#just imagine it's 🐎 or something

[saturdays--sun]

↪ ship: so um. anyway. ↪ content: ~570 words. companion fic to this post. also has a @strawberrisoulmate mention <3

did y'all know the actual race of the kentucky derby is only two minutes long? wild.

"wait, it's over already?"

the question came out of koda's mouth before she could stop it, voice all but drowned out by the crowd cheering around her; by the crackle of the intercom; by the announcer's voice blaring over it. her eyes squinted down at the track — at the horses slowing to a trot; at the winning one still galloping across the dirt — before she turned her head to the side; tilted it upward to look at the man beside her.

"i thought it was gonna be something like a nascar race, y'know? where they go around the track a bunch of times."

ace shrugged back at her, a similar look of almost-confusion on his face. "i dunno. guess it's 'cause they ain't cars."

"yeah, i guess so." with a soft huff — really more of a pout than anything else — koda sat back in her seat, her arms crossing lightly over her chest. "but damn, that was so short." softly, her eyebrows furrowed together, her gaze flickering down to the emptying track before sideways once more. "what're we supposed to do now?"

her question was met with a pause; a small tilt of his head; a faint smirk that came with a humming sound she barely heard.

"i got an idea~"

in one swift motion, the cowboy hat was plucked off of her head; tossed lightly in his grasp to reposition it between his fingers. it was held vertically beside her face — so close that she could feel it brushing against the shell of her ear; hid her from any wandering gaze that might have landed on her.

green eyes blinked — once, then twice.

"wha—"

the word died softly on her tongue — went muffled by the gentle weight of ace leaning down and pressing his lips onto hers.

inside her chest, her heart jumped — skipped a beat before taking off; hammered against her ribs. surprise flooded her now-wide eyes, eyelids fluttering rapidly as a wave of heat rushed up the back of her neck to pool in her cheeks.

but before she could get her bearings enough to react, he had pulled away, the smirk on his face softening in tandem with the way his eyes did behind his sunglasses.

"how 'bout that?"

koda shifted shyly in her seat, her hands twitching in her lap as she held back the sudden urge to hide her face in them. "th-that works," she managed, her voice coming out barely above a squeak through the swirl of flustered embarrassment that had encased her heart. against her will, her eyes flickered sideways — to the hat still held in front of their faces — before returning them to his. "w-what was the hat for?"

ace shrugged lightly. "didn't want your friend to see and get all mad at me."

for a brief second, she squeezed her eyes shut — as if the thought of hannah seeing them was so embarrassing that she had to hide herself somehow — and finally brought one of her hands up to rub shyly at one of her burning cheeks. "sh-she wouldn't have gotten mad."

she would bully me about it later, though.

the soft breath he let out hit her lips; sent a small shiver down the length of her spine.

"yeah, well—"

his voice had dropped to a mumble; as he spoke, he nudged his nose against hers.

"—maybe i just wanted ya to myself for a second."

[zombieplaguedoc]

Imagine if your f/o is like doing their best to take you out to the most fanciest restaurant ever. But unfortunately you both don’t find anything in the menu good and there are problems with people in the restaurant that kind of makes you both uncomfortable. At the end you tell them that they didn’t have to impress you and you both go to a cheap restaurant joint you both like instead. Ah, romance.

ANTIS DNI, THIS AIN'T FOR YOU

[trashytracktales]

(I'm really sorry for the size of what I sent you and if you want to ignore it I'll completely understand)

I don't know if you like writing enemies to lovers (that's the only way I can describe it) but I've been thinking a lot about how you would make an amazing story with this "plot" because you write so well

So I'm here to ask for a one shot of Lando where he and Flo's best friend (his sister) don't get along and are always picking on each other (but deep down Lando just uses this as a protection so other people don't know he likes her, because he's afraid of ruining their friendship).

The scenario could be the two going to Flo's horse riding competition but they are late for the event, so Lando suggests giving a ride to his sister's friend and she accepts because she doesn't know the city and the place is on a remote farm. Halfway there it starts to rain and the car ends up getting stuck because Lando didn't want to follow the GPS, saying he knew a shorter route and this makes the two argue. The girl gets irritated by Lando's stubbornness and gets out of the car, even in the rain, and goes to a barn that is the only covered place nearby. Obviously Lando goes after her and when they get there the two admire each other for a while because the wet clothes are stuck to their bodies, leaving little to the imagination. So Lando can't hold on and kiss her and all the desire to have her is released at that moment (pls make it a smut 🥺)

Hold your horses | LN⁴

🐎 summary ──── They’ve been pushing each other’s limits for as long as they can remember, and storms aren’t something that scares them. But when they get caught in the eye of one, desire and resentment collide in a moment they can’t ignore nor change.

🐎 pairing ──── Lando Norris x Flo’s best friend (she/her)

🐎 rating ──── explicit

🐎 warnings ──── 18+, mature/sexual content, descriptive language, angst, smut, push-pull dynamics, arguments and dirty talk, swearing, power imbalance, wet clothes??, banter and manipulation through teasing, fingering, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, unresolved tension with open ending (don’t hate me pls I can already smell the requests for part 2).

🐎 word count ──── 7.1k

🐎 date ──── Jul. 14, 2025

🐎 a/n ──── I had this request sitting in my inbox since December of 2024. Whoever sent it, if you’re still here and reading this, I’m sooooo sorry love. I hope it was worth the wait 🤎

“JUST ADMIT IT, Lando,” she says, letting out an exasperated sigh. “We are stuck,” the girl offers the only plausible verdict and, somewhere far in the distance, a loud clap of thunder grumbles like it agrees with her.

Outside, the English countryside is a blur of grey and green, soaked in a sudden summer storm. The windshield wipers squeak uselessly across the glass, struggling to keep up with the downpour. Mud splatters up the sides of the car, and the wheels dig deeper into the soaked dirt road every time Lando tries to gun it.

He doesn’t look at her right away. Instead, he’s absolutely convinced that the sheer willpower will reverse the fact that they’re halfway up a deserted country lane, surrounded by trees that loom in on either side like spectators, and very, very stuck.

“We’re not stuck,” Lando insists, his jaw tight; he’d rather chew on wood than agree with her.

“I’m so sorry,” she says mockingly. “The fact that we are not moving might’ve gave me that impression. But thank god it’s not the case,” she continues, flashing him a fake smile.

“I just need to rock it out of the rut,” he explains, giving her an annoyed look back.

She nods. “Of course, you’re going to rock it out,” the girl repeats after him, the irritation in her voice betraying the fact that, in reality, she thinks his solution is terribly uninspired. “Genius. Did you read that in a Top Gear magazine? Wait, do you even know how to read or you just looked at the pictures?”

Beyond frustrated, Lando throws the car into reverse and hits the gas again. The tires squeal and spin, slinging more mud into the air. As a result, the car lurches an inch, maybe two, then creaks and settles deeper, the nose now slightly tilted to the right.

She clears her throat. “You were saying?”

He exhales through his nose, clearly trying to keep it together. “Can you shut up for a second?”

“You shut up. If it wasn’t for your big mouth, we wouldn’t be in this situation right now,” she points out. “Who ignores the GPS in this type of weather?”

Lando rounds on her. “I know the area, alright?”

The girl scoffs. “Clearly! We’re on a road that looks like it was last used by the Romans. But Lando knows the area. Go ahead and get us out, then. Because we’re one thunderclap away from being part of a missing persons case.”

“Why do you always have to be so dramatic?” he asks in an even tone.

She replies so quickly that it almost takes her by surprise, too. “Because I always knew you’d be the cause of my death, Norris.”

Much to their misfortune, the rain starts pouring harder, drumming angrily against the roof of the car. The sky looks heavy, thunders rolling in the distance like some kind of bad omen. They’re surrounded by thick hedgerows and open fields that stretch out in every direction, broken only by the occasional, soggy-looking fencepost. There’s no farmhouse in sight, no signal, no other cars or people. Just them.

And that’s the worst part.

“You know, I didn’t even have to drive you,” says Lando through gritted teeth as he unbuckles his seatbelt and throws open the door on his side. Water rushes in before he slams it shut again, soaking his hoodie through before he even rounds the car.

She watches him through the windshield with her arms crossed at her chest. A part of her wants to feel bad, because he looks miserable, hair plastered to his forehead now, jaw flexing as he surveys the tires like he can will the car to move. But on the other hand, he deserves it. Lando’s been nothing but a cocky, irritating nightmare since the moment she met him. Always mocking and always acting like her presence was some kind of personal inconvenience, even though she’s the one who’s had to put up with his snide remarks at family dinners, his eye-rolls whenever she talks about university, and the constant yet silent competition over who can get under the other’s skin faster.

“No traction,” she hears his voice again, jolting slightly when the door swings open. Lando climbs back in, dripping water across the console, managing to sprinkle her with a few cold drops, too. His curls are officially a mess, there’s a streak of mud on his jeans, and his expression is thunderous next time he speaks, “Road’s completely washed out,” he finally admits, slamming the door shut with more force than necessary.

The echo leaves a sinister melody in her ears. “Oh?” she gasps, faking surprise. “You mean we’re stuck?”

Lando glares at her. “Can you not?”

“I’m just trying to understand how your shortcut landed us in a damn bog.”

Closing his eyes for a moment, he throws his head back with a groan. “You’re actually the worst.”

“And now what?” she asks, outraged by the fact that he doesn’t even seem remotely concerned about looking for a way to get them out of there.

“We wait for the rain to pass,” says Lando, finally stopping the car.

The moment the engine dies beneath them, the hum vanishes, and the rain rushes in to fill the silence. In the sudden stillness of the stalled car, the air shifts. Neither of them speaks for a while, but that something that’s dancing between them it’s painfully palpable now.

“I shouldn’t have agreed to come with you,” she confesses in a small voice, turning to look out the window to her right, where the storm shows no sign of stopping anytime soon. “It’s always the same shit packed differently.”

Lando shrugs. “No one forced you, mate,” he reminds her in a flat voice, not to be rude, but mostly as a fact.

She presses her lips into a thin line, forcing herself to stay calm and not to give him more power over her than he already has. But even if she’s staring out the window, watching the world distort under the glass, she can still feel his eyes flicking to her, studying her, waiting for her to react. Ever since she became part of the Norris household orbit through his sister, there’s always been some sort of hostile dynamic between them, a constant game of who can strike the sharpest blow while pretending they don’t care. Flo used to be the mediator, but when it’s just the two of them, it’s as if a civil war is about to erupt at any moment.

“You offered, mate,” she accuses, turning to look at him. “So I thought maybe we could act like two normal people who don’t hate the fuck out of each other. For once.”

Lando frowns lightly. “No, I only did what Flo asked me to,” he says in a defensive manner. “Which was to give you a ride. And hate’s a strong word, don’t you think?”

Although she bites her lip in order to stop the words from leaving her mouth, they still find a way to slip through her lips, “You act like it fits.”

Her affirmation stings more than Lando wants to admit. It lodges deep in his chest, making him go still for a moment. Maybe he’s been too caught up in the rhythm of their game to see how sharp his own edges have gotten. How sometimes, in the heat of trying to win a stupid argument, he might’ve pushed too far. Said things that weren’t just clever or sarcastic, but cruel.

“This is such a disaster,” she admits, pulling him back from his own mind. “I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere, in a car with you of all people, late for my friend’s competition, and—”

“And what?” Lando cuts her off, dragging a hand through his damp curls, water flinging from the strands. His hoodie clings to his skin, soaked and uncomfortable, but the tension inside the car is worse than the weather outside. “What do you want from me right now? To make the car fly?”

She shakes her head. “You act like you know everything, and then this happens,” the girl gestures around the car, the rain, the stuck tires, and lastly, at the air between them. “Trying to keep up with you it’s exhausting.”

Lando’s eyes flash, twisting his body towards her as if his seat caught on fire. “Don’t pretend you know me.”

“Don’t pretend I don’t.”

It’s the conviction behind her words that shuts both of them up.

Her eyes widen in surprise, and then it’s as if a veil of tranquility wraps around her shoulders. Like something just simply clicked. Of course she knows him. She knows that he always taps his fingers against the steering wheel when he’s annoyed with the traffic, that he chews the inside of his cheek when he’s trying to keep his temper in check, that he can be loud just to fill silence, and sarcastic just to keep people at arm’s length.

Lando gets moody when he’s hungry, which, she’s learned, happens every few hours like clockwork. He’s infuriatingly competitive, even when it’s just a silly game of cards, and somehow always manages to be both irritatingly confident and quite avoidant when things get too real.

But she also knows he always drives five miles under the speed limit when it’s raining. She’s seen the way he softens when he’s around little kids, how he crouches down and talks to them so they won’t feel too small. He has his sister’s back without a second thought, even if that means to drive her annoying best friend to her competitions from time to time.

And Lando knows her too.

He knows that she always has to have the last word, even if it’s just a whispered insult under her breath as she walks away. That she rolls her eyes at him so hard it’s a miracle they haven’t gotten stuck yet, and that she says his name like it’s a curse, ninety-nine percent of the times.

Even so, he likes the way it sounds coming from her mouth.

She’s dramatic in the most exasperating way, throwing her hands around when she talks, sighing loud enough to be heard in the next room. She pretends to hate everything Lando likes just to get a rise out of him, and she’s been picking fights with him for years over the stupidest things: his haircuts, how he ties his shoes, the music he listens to, or the way he eats chips like he’s in a race.

She drives him insane, and she weaponizes it. But thing is, he’s the one that lets her.

“What are you doing?” asks Lando, watching her reaching for the door handle.

“This is getting old,” she tells him with a trace of weariness in her voice. “I’m done having the same fight with you,” she adds, slamming the door before he even gets a chance to stop her.

The metallic thud echoes through Lando’s head, leaving him behind for a few moments, losing sight of her figure cutting through the rain. Instinctively, his hands reach for the steering wheel and he squeezes it in his palms to anchor himself. He knows that this is just another manifestation of her stubbornness, but he can’t remain indifferent to it, no matter how hard he tries.

The rain soaked her in seconds, angry drops dripping down her hair and past her collar. Her boots sink into the soft earth with a sickening squelch, mud clinging to her soles like it’s trying to hold her back as a warning. The wind lashes sideways across her face, pushing her hair into her mouth and eyes, but she keeps walking, even though she doesn’t know where she’s going yet. The only certainty is that she needs to get away from him, from the weight in her chest and, most importantly, from the sound of his voice that’s still ringing in her ears.

She knows she should turn back from the moment the sky lights up with a flash of lightning that splits it in two for a few seconds, and the thunder that makes her chest vibrate. But there’s something strangely comforting about the discomfort she feels and the way the rain drowns everything out. Especially her thoughts.

The road ahead bends, and so does she, veering off toward the field that dips low near the treeline. Nestled behind a tangle of hedges, barely visible through the sheets of rain, she sees an old barn, weathered and crooked, but as long as it has a roof, she decides it’s enough to shield her until the rain stops. So she scrambles over a ditch and through tall grass, the cold clawing at her naked legs, her breath coming in ragged bursts as she finally reaches the door that resists her for a second before finally giving way with a groaning creak.

It’s dim and musty inside, but to her surprise, it’s neater than she’d imagined from the outside: stacked hay bales line the far wall, and the floor is swept clean, the scent of damp wood and old straw wrapping around her like something familiar and strangely calming. The rain muffles to a soft drumming on the roof above, and for a brief moment, she’s alone in the hush of it all, her breath finally slowing down.

It’s peaceful, but then the door opens again, and she doesn’t need to turn to know exactly who it is.

“Can you stop being difficult for a minute?” he barks, stepping inside and letting the door slam shut behind him. “What are you doing walking off like that in the middle of a goddamn storm?”

“What are you doing coming after me?” she fires back.

Lando shakes his head, frustration visible on his expression. “You could’ve gotten lost.”

“Not with you around, I won’t,” she replies sarcastically. “I’m sure you would’ve found a shortcut and show up at the end of the fucking world just to keep annoying me.”

For the first time, Lando agrees with her. “You’re right. I would find you,” he snaps. “Because apparently, I’m the piece of shit stuck to your shoe, yeah? Always there, making your life miserable.”

Her mouth opens, stunned by the venom in his voice, but Lando won’t let her interrupt him this time.

“And maybe I am doing it on purpose. You wanna know why?” he asks rhetorically, stepping closer to where she stands. “Because you do the exact same thing to me.”

She straightens, her face hardening. “Excuse me?”

“No, you’re not excused,” his hands are clenched at his sides, water dripping from the cuffs of his sleeves. “Not when you get under my skin like it’s your fucking job. You don’t get to push every button I have, and then act like I’m the one being unreasonable.”

“Well, you are,” she spits back.

The words ricochet between them like it’s a tennis match. Without thinking, Lando takes another step forward, until they’re only a foot apart, their breath blending in the cold air.

“You think this is fun?” his voice lowers for a beat. “You think I enjoy losing my mind every time you walk into a room like you know exactly how to piss me off?”

Her throat tightens, but she doesn’t say a word. However, she knows that’s true because, again, like it or not, she knows him.

“It used to be fun,” he nods once, his eyes never leaving hers, “But we lost the fucking plot. I don’t even recognize myself when I’m around you,” Lando says quieter, but no less intense. “No one else does this to me. So why does it have to be you?”

His question cuts deep, but it sounds off, almost like surrender.

There is just too much to unpack and, somehow, not enough time. Not when her mind takes her to the ages when it was easy to tease him and push back, just because she was too afraid to pull. They’ve been circling each other for years, stuck in a cycle they didn’t know how to break and, over time, that became their normal. But they’re not teenagers anymore. And now, she discovers how resentment became their fallback, because it was always easier to fight than to face the weight of whatever they were — not enemies, but not friends, either.

With Lando standing in front of her like that, upset and shaken, she realizes that maturity has finally caught up from behind and it’s begging them to reconsider not just who they’ve been to each other in the past, but who they choose to be next.

“You really mean that?” she asks in a small voice. “That you don’t recognize yourself when you’re around me?”

Lando breathes, staring at her like she’s something he wants to destroy and protect in the same heartbeat.

“I…” he begins after a few seconds of complete silence. “I don’t know.”

It’s honest, she can tell by the way his chin quivers a little, as if her question awakened in him the same exact thought she just had.

Her lips part, like she’s about to fight it. Or maybe laugh it off. But nothing comes out. Instead, she catches the way he’s looking at her now. Not like he did when he stormed inside or with the smug grin he wears in the corner of his mouth when he’s trying to get even.

This moment is something else entirely; they’re both awake now.

Lando’s not even looking at her anymore. His eyes are stuck somewhere lower, caught on the line of her soaked shirt clinging to her body like second skin. What was once just an oversized white button-up now leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. The fabric has turned translucent, plastered to her frame, every inch of her outlined in dim light. The belt cinched at her waist draws the shirt tighter, accentuating the slope of her hips and the curve of her chest.

She feels it all at once, how her soaked mesh bra is doing little to hide anything and how her thighs are streaked with mud from walking through the field. Water is still trailing in thin lines down her neck, slipping between her breasts, and that’s where his eyes land at last.

His jaw clenches, making him look like he’s holding himself back with everything he has. His chest heaves with each breath, deep yet uneven, like the air has grown too thick to pull in properly.

“Lando…” she trails off, and even her voice sounds differently, a little unsure and way too soft for either of their liking.

His gaze snaps up, meeting hers again, tilting both of their worlds the second their eyes lock.

Suddenly, everything is reflected back at her in that stare: the frustration, the anger, the desire. The years of tension neither of them ever addressed because it was safer to bicker and pretend that hate was the only thing that tethered them. But it’s wasn’t. It’s not. It can’t be, with the way they look at each other now.

Not when Lando seems like he’s seconds from losing the battle with himself. From closing the space. From doing something neither can’t undo.

“Always under my skin,” he ends up saying as an observation, his voice frayed at the edges. He doesn’t look away from her for another second, not even as he drags his tongue across his lower lip, like his mouth is too dry for the words sitting heavy on it. “And yet, I wouldn’t want anyone else bothering me the way you do.”

His confession is beautifully wrapped in words that only she can understand. Her heart starts to race at that, realizing that the line between them is getting thinner and thinner the longer they stand in front of each other without moving; not because they can’t, but because neither of them wants to do it first.

Next, her breath catches in her throat, and it’s impossible for Lando not to notice. He sees the way her jaw tightens, how her fingers curl against her sides like she’s trying to stop herself from reacting.

She lifts her chin instead, a mocking glint returning to her eyes. “You’re just easy to play with, Norris,” she says, her armor sliding back into place. “That’s not my fault.”

Lando smiles. “Go on, then.”

“What?”

“If I’m so easy,” he steps forward, finally closing the remaining gap, “Play with me, darling.”

She knows exactly what he means, and exactly what he wants. Lando does a very good job at masking his taunting in determination, maybe even curiosity. But he can’t fool her with it, because she’s aware that whatever game they’ve been playing up until this very momment has teeth now. For a split second, she hates how well she understands him, how perfectly she can read the tension in his shoulders and the way he’s trying not to reach. They’re standing on a knife’s edge, and neither of them is saying it, but both of them know. Both of them wait.

“Come on,” Lando says again, provoking. “Say something smart. Push another button.”

She’s practically twitching to say something that will keep them in the only lane they’ve ever known, but the words never leave her mouth, because his is now occupying hers, with no trace of restraint. One of his hands is instantly in her hair, keeping her there. And it’s everything he’s been holding back, poured into the shape of her lips, the press of his chest against hers, the furious way his other hand grabs at her waist as if he has earned the right.

Luckily, she saw it coming and she answers it right away, her mouth welcoming the heat of him in. She can taste rain and frustration, and it shoots straight through her like the lightning outside, loud and electric. Her hands slide under his hoodie without a second thought, palms slick and freezing as they press to the bare skin of his stomach. Lando gasps into her mouth, the contact ripping a groan from his throat that vibrates against her lips and makes her knees weaken. His skin is like fire beneath her fingers, and she feels his muscles jump under her touch, like even that small yet bold movement has undone something in him.

He surges forward, pushing her back until her spine hits the cold wall behind her with a wet thud. She doesn’t even notice she has no personal space left at all, because all she can feel is the weight of his body pinning hers and his mouth kissing her like it’s the only norm they’ve ever known. They’re absolutely drenched from the storm, the strong scent of wet earth clinging to their skin, tangled with the musk of warm clothes and sweat. But underneath it all, there’s one thing that stops them from retreating: a burning desire that neither knows how to control anymore. A raw, persistent want that coils between their bodies and steals the air from their lungs with every breath they try to take between kisses they can’t stop giving.

The girl urges herself into him like it’s second nature, her fingers dragging up his ribs, and his hands slide down to her hips, gripping hard, propping himself in the curve of her. They’re not even trying to slow it down or question it. There’s no pause and no hesitation, just mouths and hands and ages of built-up tension exploding between them in the quiet shelter they’ve found while, ironically, running from each other.

Time turns back to normal speed when their lips finally part, their mouths clinging to each other for a breath longer than necessary, like even their bodies can’t quite accept they’re two separate thinghs. A soft sound slips from her lips as the kiss breaks, half sigh, half protest, so Lando doesn’t move far. Instead, he rests his forehead gently against hers, both of them breathing hard, chests rising and falling in messy tandem.

Lando’s lips curl into a small smirk. “That’s what I thought,” he pants, voice soaked in satisfaction, in a way that only he could manage after a first kiss like that.

Instinctively, her hand flies up before he can move another inch, fingers curling firmly around his jaw. She tilts his face toward hers, forcing his gaze to lock with hers, without the possibility of avoiding her gaze. “Hold your horses,” she breathes, tightening her grip on his chin, enough to stop the smugness from spreading further. “You were the one who cracked first.”

Lando huffs a laugh through his nose, eyes flicking between hers. “Cracked?” he repeats. “I’d say I finally did us both a favor.” His hands are still firm on her hips as he speaks, not letting her go. “And you didn’t exactly complain.”

“I’m still deciding,” she confesses, pushing him gently with the intention of putting some distance between them. Just to clear her mind.

But Lando doesn’t budge. Instead, he pushes back into her, tenderly matching her force as a final statement.

Carefully, his hands trail down her sides, fingers gliding over the damp fabric clinging to her curves, leaving gosebumps in their wake. When he reaches her hips, he pauses for a second, then lets his palms settle low, cupping the shape of her ass in both hands. The soft squeeze that follows pulls a tiny gasp from her, not really out of surprise, but from the intensity of how right it feels and how immediate her body responds to his touch. As if she does it on command, her hips rock into him with a mind of their own, which makes her protest at the fact that she is so easily steered by him. Into the first damn wall.

Lando notices her conflicting thoughts and, amused, he drops his forehead to her shoulder with a sigh, like the weight of it all has finally caught up to him. His breath is hot against her collarbone, and he doesn’t dare to move.

“Decide what?” he asks. “If you want to fight or fuck? ‘Cause I’m sure your body has already decided for you.”

She can’t help but roll her eyes just as her hands drift upward, with enough intention yet unsure, until her fingers tangle in his soaked curls, tugging gently at the roots. Still, Lando doesn’t lift his head. But his mouth finds the curve of her neck instead, warm lips brushing the rain-slick skin there. He tastes her like she’s suddenly something fragile that he can easily break under his force if he wanted to. And in the middle of that, it only takes a tilt of her head for him to smile, this time softened — and alarmed — by the newly found truth between them.

“Fucking hell,” he whispers, “My sister’s going to kill me.”

The girl lets out a breathy laugh, her clasp in his hair tightening. “Not if I tell her you took very good care of me.”

Her statement elicits a sound from him, something between a whimper and a muffled rasp, but it catches in his throat and turns into something more intense when she arches against him.

“How do you know I’m that good?”

She grins, eyes gleaming as her fingers slide down the front of his hoodie, stopping just above the waistband of his jeans. “Because of that big mouth of yours.” She leans in then, almost brushing her lips against his jaw as she continues, “You wouldn’t be this cocky if you couldn’t back it up, would you?”

Lando has to swallow the lump in his throat just as her fingers start to work the top button. As she does, her eyes are locked on his, daring him to contradict her again. Or to stop her.

Ironically enough, his big mouth is not so big anymore.

Lando’s fingers twitch on her ass, but can’t stay there. They drift beneath the hem of her shirt and under the damp lace of her panties. He takes his time, tracing the edge with maddening precision before slipping them gently down her thighs. The soaked fabric peels away from her skin, clinging for just a moment before falling into his waiting hand. She continues to watch him closely, pulse thudding hard in her throat, as Lando folds the lace and stuffs it into the pocket of his hoodie to keep it safe.

It shouldn’t feel so intimate, but she can feel his heart beating against her chest in a rhythm that only seems to match her own the moment his hand moves lower, almost like he’s testing to see how far she’ll let him push. Far, he figures, when his fingers slide between her folds, through heat and damp, and stills there. Not from waiting for permission, but from satisfaction.

His breath is warm at her temple next time he speaks, “I see why you’re always picking fights with me,” he concludes. “So you can get off later, thinking about it, hm?”

Her jaw tightens, fingers curling into his shoulder. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Too late,” he replies quickly, as if he already knew she was gonna say that. His grin spreads slow, the kind of smirk that used to make her want to punch him, but now only makes her weak.

It’s too late for her, too, as his fingers trace lazy, maddening circles along her opening, reading her. Learning her at an agonizingly slow pace. Even though she tries to hide her reaction, her hips tilt toward him without permission. She clutches his bicep to support her weight before she melts beneath him completely, eyes closing shut for a brief second.

He studies her face, teasing with the tip of his fingers right at the edge of her tight entrance. “Tell me how much you hate me right now.”

Her eyes snap open, surprised yet defiant, her response caught in her throat when Lando finally presses a finger inside, then adds another one, only to reduce her complains to simple whimpers. There is a lot of gentleness to the way he touches her, though. Every motion is purposeful, intended to pull the maximum pleasure out of her with minimum effort.

While her fingers dig into him harder, he draws his back almost entirely, dragging them just enough to leave her wanting more. Then he pushes in again, stretching and curling the tips slightly until her breath comes out in little spasms and her head tips back, thighs wrapping instinctively around his wrist, like she could trap the feeling there and keep it from breaking her open.

“Didn’t know you could go quiet,” whispers Lando, keeping his eyes on her mostly because he needs to witness this unseen version of her, willing and honest in a way neither of them ever dared admit existed. “Guess I just needed to find the right way to shut you up.”

Her entire body responds with a deep craving she hadn’t known could feel this good. She gets wetter with every shift, so soft under his touch that makes her question the strength in her own legs.

Lando’s gaze drops to where her hips subtly roll against his hand, seeking friction, release, anything to keep from falling apart too fast.

Half in protest, half in need, she manages a whiny, “Fuck you.”

“That a request?” asks Lando, his thumb lightly tapping her clit to remind her that she’s at his mercy right now.

“Lando,” she mewls, his name falling from her lips like a curse. Or a prayer she doesn’t know she’s saying.

“Wanna hear you,” he pushes her, the speed of his fingers increasing with every breath he takes. “Say you hate me.”

She would talk, if her brain still worked. But all functionality is reduced to the way he finger-fucks her with such sweetness and annoying dexterity. Besides, it wouldn’t even be true. She doesn’t hate him. Not right now, at least. Most of the time, Lando just irks her. Because there is no one else that manages his performance of tap-dancing on every single one of the over seven trillion nerves in her body.

Forcing herself to lift her head, she looks at him for a brief moment, then lets it fall in the crook of his neck, her breath hot against his skin. “You ruin everything.”

Lando lets out a low chuckle, but it’s not mocking. More like… strained. Heavy with anticipation and desire. “Yeah?” he coaxes, lips grazing the edge of her cheek, fingers curling again inside her, dragging a broken sound from her throat. “Go on.”

She squeezes her eyes, teeth sinking into her lip, trying to hold on to whatever pride she has left. However, slowly but surely, it’s slipping away, straight into his already massive ego.

“I hate…” she gasps as he twists his fingers, “That your mouth never stops running.”

“Mhm, what else? Let it all out while you’re soaking my fingers,” he encourages her as his thumb moves in circles around her clit, making her hips twitch into him. “Let me hear it while your body keeps begging me to stuff you full of me.”

“Lando,” she warns, her breath getting caught between shame and heat and the unbearable intimacy of his words. She clings to him like he’s a lifeline, and she hates the way it makes her feel so safe, knowing that she’s in good hands. “I hate—” she tries, but it breaks off into a moan, silent and strangled.

“Me?” he finishes for her, feeling the way her walls start tensing in pulses she can’t control.

Her eyes open just in time to see the look on his face, bright and hungry.

She shakes her head.

“No, you don’t, baby,” Lando agrees in a mellow voice, his mouth brushing the corner of hers.

His fingers move faster now that he knows she’s close, more insistent, the slick rhythm of skin on skin drowned only by the roar of another series of thunders rolling outside.

Another quiet moan escapes her lips, and then she’s falling, clenching hard around his fingers as wave after wave crashes through her. Her body jerks in rhythm with his hand, fists gripping the front of his hoodie like it’s the only thing anchoring her to the earth.

“There you go,” he exhales, their breaths intertwining.

His other hand returns to her waist then slips to the back of her thigh, lifting until she’s settled against him, trusting him to hold her there. Her back meets the wall once again just as her boot scrapes softly on the ground, the other lifted and locked around him as his palm supports under her knee.

Gazing into each other’s souls like that shouldn’t be allowed. Not when they’re so close that he can smell her shampoo — a warm honey scent, blending with something sweet that makes his jaw clench. Not when his scent is so subtle but familiar, and makes her want to drink him in without a second thought.

Her eyes fall on the space between them, watching Lando pull away from between her legs. Then back up to meet his again with wide pupils. Patiently, he pushes his jeans down and reaches to guide himself against her, like he already knows what this moment means for both of them. He’s warm and hard, making her gasp as he nudges forward, the heat of her already drawing him in inch by inch. Her body tenses in disbelief, surprised by how well he fits inside her.

Lando feels her body melting into his slowly. “Are you okay?” he asks her in a soft tone.

She nods. “Keep going.”

And so he does, pushing deeper and savoring the closeness. Carefully, he lifts her off the ground completely, wrapping her other leg around his waist and, by the time he’s fully sheathed inside her, they’re face to face again, breath shaky and warm against each other’s lips.

“Forgive me,” he almost begs.

The girl lets out a breathless laugh, “You’re gonna have to be more specific than that.”

For a heartbeat, Lando’s mouth quirks. He pulls his hips back, dragging himself almost entirely out of her warmth, and then thrusts forward harder, stealing the next breath from her lungs. Her laugh vanishes, swallowed by a choked sound she doesn’t mean to make.

Lando’s jaw clenches as he squeezes her hips tighter for more support. “For not having the restraint to be gentle with you.”

She shivers at his words, understanding that he’s doing everything in order not to break her. Rather, Lando’s trying to show her what she does to him, without her even knowing. And he wants to show her that underneath the surface, there’s an unbearable ache of finally having her, and knowing he’ll never be able to forget how she feels after this only ignites the fire inside him.

The girl finds out what he means sooner than she thought.

His rhythm starts claiming and is filled with a hunger that’s been caged for far too long. Every thrust is purposeful, angled perfectly, as if he’s been planning this in the dark corners of every argument they’ve ever had.

Her sharp tongue, always ready with a retort, is useless now. Her breath is shallow, and she’s still clinging to him like he’s the only thing holding her together.

“How many times have you imagined this?”

“In my imagination, Norris, you’re mute,” she bites back, but it’s shaky.

Lando grunts, “Unrealistic.”

He starts pounding into her, hard and fast, chasing the breathless moans he’s already addicted to. He’s relentless, but never careless. Rough, but knows how to fuck her until her attitude turns into desperation, and the only words that are coming out of her mouth are imploring him not to stop. There’s no room for breathing like a normal person, and no space for thought. Just the eagerness of his hips, the way her body arches into him without meaning to, how every time he sinks deep, she forgets how to do anything but feel. Him.

Her fingers claw on either side of his face, desperate to keep him close. She’s lost, suspended between the storm hammering the roof above them and the storm he’s dragging out of her from the inside, wondering how does he manages to be everywhere, all at once: in her ears, in her mind, and all around her. At that, her body reacts accordingly, legs trembling around his waist.

With his mouth partially open, Lando follows her facial expressions, because he feels how close she is, how tightly she squeezes his length, how every thrust only winds her tighter. And he wants to witness that.

“You feel that, don’t you?” he pants, not slowing. “You can’t even think straight, hm?”

“Shut up,” she manages, and Lando responds to her spiteful request in his own manner: by stopping.

He freezes deep inside her, holding her there as if he’s waiting for her to apologize, even though he knows that won’t happen.

The absence of movement is brutal. Her pussy clenches in protest, desperate for more, making her blink repeatedly as if her mind has been pulled back from the edge of something vast and consuming.

Lando looks at her, faces inches apart. “Feel that aching little hole, gaping out for me?”

She can’t argue while multiple body parts are betraying her, clinging to him with quiet, pulsing desperation.

“Lando,” the girl moans, her back straightening up, urging him to get moving.

“Don’t think you’re better than me,” he tells her in a whispered voice, slowly resuming his dizzying pace. “We’re the same, you and I.”

His fingers sink into either side of her waist, anchoring her to every deep, punishing thrust, dragging her closer and closer to her climax, her body jolting with every collision of his hips against hers. For all she knows, the storm outside could’ve already stopped, but all she can hear is the way Lando breathes her name between gritted teeth as he fucks her so good that she’s not even able to process the words that came out of his mouth.

She writhes against his hold, chasing that sweet pressure building at the base of her spine, winding tighter with every stroke that finds that perfect spot inside her. Again and again. And again. Her fingers get lost in his curls, fisting his hair like a lifeline. And when her orgasm hits, her entire body locks against him with a strangled moan, hips shaking as her release tears through her.

Lando swears under his breath. “That’s it, fuck,” he sighs in pleasure, every muscle trembling. “Let me feel that pussy throb.”

The way he says it cuts straight through her pride. Becacuse even in all their sourness, her body listens to him. It reacts to him with more than desire. No one else has ever made two completely differen feelings seem like one. They are the epitomy of duality, and nothing they represent should complement each other as well as they do.

She lets go, boneless in his arms, her chest heaving as aftershocks roll through her.

Lando doesn’t stop until he makes sure she’s completely worn out, then he pulls out slowly, with a stifled groan, the sensation almost undoing him prematurely. He rests his forehead to her chest, breathing hard, letting all his weight against her spent body as he presses his cock on her thigh, watching it drip in thick loads down her leg. The tension floods out of him, his body shuddering as every inch of him gets taut.

“Lan?” she calls for him after a long pause in which neither of them moved.

His breath is ghosting warm over her damp skin, and his hands, once gripping her like lifelines, have gone still at her hips. Then he exhales a long breath that sounds more like inconvenience.

“Am here,” it’s all he says, but doesn’t lift his head to look at her.

That alone makes her chest tighten.

“Are you…” she trails off, not sure how to finish the question.

Are you okay?

Do you regret it?

What now?

“All good,” he replies. “I have a change of clothes in the car,” he adds matter-of-factly. “Let’s dry you off.”

The warmth of his body leaves her as he takes a step back, eyes dropping to the groung. She watches as he tucks himself back into his boxers, then fastens the button on his jeans with a quiet finality. It shouldn’t feel like this, but it makes her want throw up, mostly because she has allowed herself to believe, even if briefly, that they are compatible in some way.

But nothing’s really changed.

They’re still the same two people who push too hard and never give each other an inch unless it’s by accident.

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[clairerosetarot]

PICK A PIC: Your Future Spouses Favorite Part/Feature of You 18+ 💦

Hey guysss this was the most requested reading in my inbox, so here y’all go! :)) Also I forgot to add the cards I pulled and I forgot what they were after writing lmao pls bear wit me y’all. Anyways remember if it doesn’t apply let it fly 🪽 as this is a general and not personal reading.

Pile 1 🍒 Your future spouse is drawn to your confident and radiant energy! They love the way you carry yourself—there's something magnetic about your presence. The card reveals that they adore your sensuality and the way you move with grace. 💃💫 It’s your inner charm and the way you make them feel alive that is irresistible. They’ll always be enchanted by your vibe. Maybe you aren’t like this ow but trust- you will be when you become their wife🫣😂 🥺

You have what i’m hearing is like a celebrity vibe, and they can’t believe you- their so called celebrity crush😂 is giving them all this attention. When they imagine you, they can’t help but picture the feeling of your body against theirs—your hips swaying with confidence as you move towards them, the delicate touch of your fingertips tracing over their skin. ( they also love to watch you ride🎠🐎🤭) Every move you make, every flick of your hair, only adds to the overwhelming pull they feel. They love how every glance from you makes them feel like they’re the only one in the room, and they can’t stop thinking about the chemistry between you two. There’s no denying it: your presence is magnetic, and they can’t get enough of how effortlessly you captivate them. The way you make them feel so alive with just your presence leaves them hungering for more, always ready to experience the electric connection between you two, again and again. 💋🔥

Pile 2 🍉 In this pile, the card hints that your future spouse is captivated by your playful spirit. They love your smile and the way you laugh, which lights up any room. 😏😊 It's the little moments, like the twinkle in your eyes or the way you tease them with a wink. Your playful energy is something they find truly irresistible, keeping them coming back for more.

Your future spouse is absolutely entranced by the playful, yet deeply seductive energy you bring. There’s something about the way you smile, the way your lips curl into that flirty expression, that sends a rush of desire through them. 🤤 It’s not just your physical beauty that they adore, but the way you tease them with your playful energy, making every moment feel charged with sexual tension. I’m getting that this pile’s dynamic is very grumpy x sunshine were they are more stoic and reserved and you are this lovely ball of of sunshine awww. 🌈🥰 Your smile, your laugh, the way you make everything feel lighthearted and fun, drives them wild because they know there’s a much deeper, more passionate side to you that they can’t wait to experience. It’s almost like you’re a puzzle to them—beautiful, mysterious, and always keeping them wanting more. The way you catch their eye and hold that gaze, that slight smirk on your face, it’s like you’re daring them to take things further. And they just might take the bait everytime 🤭.

Pile 3 🍓 Here, the cards show they’re entranced by your touch. Whether it’s a soft caress or a lingering hand, your future spouse loves how you make them feel with even the smallest physical gestures. 🫶💋 They can’t get enough of your affection and feel completely connected when you touch them. It’s a bond that feels intimate, electric, and oh so sensual.

You trace along their body, exploring, teasing, and sending their senses into overdrive, leaves them yearning for more. They love the warmth of your skin against theirs, the way your bodies connect and create sparks with every touch. The intensity of your touch speaks volumes to them, making them feel things they’ve never felt before, as if you’re unlocking a new layer of desire that they didn’t even know existed. The simple act of your hands on their body drives them wild, and they can’t wait to feel that connection every time you’re close. They fantasize about feeling you trace your hands over them, each touch sending shivers down their spine and igniting a passion that only you can stir. Your touch makes them feel like they belong to you, that the bond between you two is deeper and more intimate than anything they’ve ever known. ❤️‍🔥🥺

They think about how your touch makes them feel so alive, how you can communicate everything without saying a word. Your hands on their body have the power to make them feel things they’ve never felt before, and they can’t wait to be touched by you again. They love the way you know just how to touch them, whether it’s with a light, teasing caress or a more possessive grip that leaves them breathless. Your touch brings them closer to you, and with every moment, they crave the feeling of your hands all over them, and theirs all over you. P.S. I’m also getting that they love your hair, maybe you have a lot, and it’s really curly and big or you just take good care of it with a luxurious routine, whatever it is - its got them hooked. 😂

Pile 4 🍰 In this pile, the cards reveals your future spouse’s deep admiration for your lips. They’re completely entranced by the way your lips move when you speak or smile, and they often find themselves daydreaming about your kisses. 😘💋 Whether it’s a gentle peck or a passionate embrace, or even more 😏 your lips are their favorite feature—an irresistible invitation they can’t resist.

Your future spouse is utterly captivated by your lips. There’s something so magnetic about the way your lips move, the way they curve into that smile or part slightly when you speak. Every time they look at your lips, they feel an overwhelming urge to kiss you, to feel the softness of your lips against theirs. They fantasize about your kisses—how they start slow and tender, exploring, before escalating into something deeper, more urgent. I’m also getting that after a long day at work all they can think about is you using those lips to get them off🫣🍭. The feeling of your lips on theirs is something they can’t get enough of, each kiss sending waves of desire through their entire body. Can somebody say oral fixation?!?! LOL.

[ditzydoe444]

I'd love to read again about best friends dad Jason! And reader like he would be so confused at first because it was the new college friend of her daughter, but just imagine like Jason going to pick up his daughter and the reader from a colleague party and the reader crying about another boy and seeking Jason's presence

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MDNI 18+

best friend’s dad! jason x reader

—ㅤ꒰ྀིㅤ jason todd x reader ಿৎ

mentions of: age gap, reader is 20 and jason is in his 40’s, vaginal sex , brief mention of handjobs

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jason slowly pulled up to the house party to pick his daughter and her new college friend up. he wasn’t the biggest fan of college parties, let alone having his own daughter attend and possibly make a range of bad decisions, but what can he do? he’s seen you a couple of times, his daughter talking about you on the phone and he’s glad that she has a friend to rely on, it eases his worries as a parent about his daughter off in college.

instead of seeing you and his daughter waiting outside on the porch like he had hoped, he saw you sitting on the curb crying, his daughter no where in sight, and not picking up his calls or responding to his texts. jason looked at you, then back at the house. “fuck it,” he groaned as he turned the engine off, and walked towards you. “hey,” he called out, his voice low and gruff, “are you ok? where’s my daughter?”

you sniffled, rubbing your eyes before looking up. god he was attractive, tall and buff with enough muscles to you up with one hand. “she’s in the party with some guy, she’s fine don’t worry.” you mumbled trying to keep your voice from cracking.

jason’s brows furrowed, “and you? what are you doing out here when you should be inside partying?” you rolled your eyes, “not interested, college boys suck,” you spat out harshly after finding out that your now ex boyfriend had his tongue in some random girl’s mouth.

jason chuckled, he liked your attitude it was refreshing after being surrounded by rowdy old men like himself. “can i?” he hesitated gesturing to the spot next to you. “sure,” you responded as you fidgeted with your shorts.

as he sat next to you, you cursed at your outfit choices. a thin tank and the tiniest shorts that barely covered anything. and you swore you felt his gaze on your legs. “aren’t ya a little chilly with that outfit of yours?”

you felt your cheeks heating up, “no, i’m fine,” you responded defensively, trying to ignore the fact that you were chilly. within a second jason took off his jacket, placing it on your shoulders. “right right, can’t have you getting sick and missing class.”

you were pretty damn sure it is unethical to be attracted to your best friend’s dad, but right now you currently couldn’t help it. “i found the guy i was talking too making out with this random girl,” you spoke softly, your voice shivering. jason frowned, you were a pretty girl, though it probably wasn’t the right thing to be thinking of about his daughters best friend. a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be crying over a man who probably had nothing to offer for you.

“don’t go crying over a stupid boy like him, you’ll find a man later, a real man that won’t make you cry, well maybe for other reasons but not like this.” you laughed, “make me cry for other reasons?” you couldn’t help but to grin at the small suggestive comment. jason shrugged, slightly glad it was night time so you wouldn’t see the tip of his ears turning pink. “that’s the only time a real man would make you cry,” he shrugged trying to act nonchalant.

“crying in the bedroom?” you teased, forgetting that you were currently talking to your best friends dad. jason chuckled, “yeah something like that,” slightly relieved that your tears turned into laughter. “just saying, the right man will treat you like a princess, especially for a pretty girl like you.”

before jason could even correct it it slipped, “i didn’t mean-”, you shook your head “no it’s alright, i get what you were saying.” trying to ignore the blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“we can go back to my truck to warm up, can’t have you freezing.” the idea of being inside his truck with just the two of you was enough to make you hot and bothered, your mind going to the most lewd thoughts.

before you could even think of a response, your mouth had a mind of its own. “sure.”

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oh how jason made you cry, and not from heartbreak. after getting a text from his daughter saying that she’ll have a ride home with friends he offered to drive you back first. the tension was palpable, nothing but the soft sound of the engine as his truck drove on the road. you knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t help but to slide your hand over, gently grazing just where the zipper of his pants were, toying with it.

one thing led to another, where a handjob now resulted in him folding you in half at the back seat of his truck on the side of the road, his thick cock abusing your tight cunt.

“thought you could just tease me like that huh?” jason groaned as your gummy walls clenched around him, the back of your heel digging into his back. “didnt know you liked getting fucked by someone double your age,” he added as he watched your mascara run down your cheeks, your lipgloss smeared and hair all messy but yet you were probably the prettiest sight he’s ever seen.

“fuck, please sweetheart let me come inside you, please,” he groaned as you clenched around him, almost milking him dry. you nodded, your mind cloudy from his dick, “i’m on birth control jay,” you moaned, within seconds after you came you felt him filling you up with his hot sticky come, your eyes rolling back from how full you felt.

and god, you had no regrets walking back to your dorm with his cum almost leaking down your thighs.

[tarotmundomonde]

Their 18+ fantasies about you (for singles)

pick a number 1-6 OR an emoji 🎥 🐎 🎞️ 🕶️ 🎳 🎣

(ps. this reading is for practice and for fun)

1.🎥 First of all, this is someone, who might be having hot thoughts about you especially in the morning. But even if not, they might fantasize about having morning sxx with you. They imagine courting you showing off their strength and agility and flexibility. For some reason the word gladiator is coming through, so maybe they have quite the muscles. They definitely do imagine having a quickie with you. Maybe a quickie in the morning. And they also focus on the breathing. So maybe they like to imagine breathing onto your neck or ears, soft moaning and they want it to be hard for you to breath. Like speed, they really like speedy sxx. So they like to imagine just swiftly putting it in and going at full speed. They also might fantasize about pregnancy sxx or making you pregnant. Some key details for this pile in regards to their fantasies is they like to take their time. As like they can go about it for hours. They imagine doing it many times. They also fantasize a lot about what you'd look like naked and what you sound like. This person comes through as someone you've never done it with before. Also, they might fantasize about you taking a shower and them seeing you all wet and naked. They want a taste of your lips. This person fantasizes about being in your embrace. Also, it looks like it's possible they've been watching some 18+ stuff and they've seen something they want to play out with you. ++: When they fantasize about doing it with you, they might prefer the idea of you two being a couple, because they want to sort of have permission from you. This person likes to imagine you doing the "basics", which they imagine it all being so amazing and perfect. They imagine it to be so great that the neighbours can hear you! They really like to imagine, how your body is so receptive to them and how ready and wet you are. Again, shower reference. Definitely lights on. This person likes to imagine it very vivid with details. And then they just imagine your two naked bodies going at it, rolling on the bed, changing positions and they like to imagine also doing it while spooning. They imagine a lot of heat and passion there. I'm getting also warm summer nights or early autumn.

2.🐎 This person either imagines doing it during daytime with you or they want the lights on. They want to see everything and they want to be seen! They are very sensual and sexual and they are proud. They love their body and they want you to love it, too. Dignity is important for this person. They like to imagine you two looking both super sexy and that you have very passionate sxx together. Like riding off to the sunset. But they don't want it to be too serious. They want it to be joyful. They fantasize about you two being playful, joking and laughing, while doing it. There is also focus on the hair. They fantasize about your hair, you letting it down and they can touch it, smell it and even pull your hair and they want the same. They also fantasize about kissing your forehead and pressing their forehead against yours. Something else coming through as well is they could like to imagine you both being tipsy or lightly drunk. They like to imagine in that sense quick action like you both quickly undressing. There is a focus on playing with each others' lower parts. Of course, they imagine you both getting a happy ending. They really like to imagine the details and what you would look like naked. Also, like what kind of lingerie you could be wearing. ++: Being a bit drunk is definitely a huge fantasy of theirs. They like to imagine that you are you and that you could be a little difficult and they like to imagine that you both kinda avoid each other but in reality you can't take it anymore, because you both just desire each other so bad. And so they like to imagine you two teasing each other, until you can't take it anymore and then it's just messy and so passionate and intense. They might like to imagine you getting dressed ready to leave and as they pull you in closer to kiss you, then you go at it again. Or vice versa. Like they like to imagine that it's way too difficult to leave and go back home. That in a way they are sure you'll end up doing it again another day. Hope it makes sense.

3.🎞️ This pile could be about freaky sxx. This person could fantasize about fake d's, toys, wearing chokers, maybe with bells, etc. Maybe you have a huge difference in height. They fantasize about you being open about the things they wanna do in bed with you. They'd like you to be cool about it. Maybe they are into the fifty shades of grey dynamic. Because it's like they want to teach you about gratitude. They seem to fantasize about tying you up, so maybe ropes, handcuffs. Or just they like to restrict your movements. They could be dreaming about bites, digging your nails and the such. Really, the fifty shades of grey comes really strongly through for this pile. They want you to be open to it and receptive. They like to imagine rewarding you for being a good girl/boy. Listen, ain't going deeper into this, the message seems pretty clear. ++: There is definitely a bit of a forceful energy coming through here, so it seems they like to imagine scenarios, where they force themselves onto you. Touching you all they please, putting their fingers into your mouth, etc. They like to imagine that you can't escape and that in the end all you can do is surrender to them. However, it seems the main part of their fantasy is that you end up seeing them as the one for you. They imagine, how as you two have sxx, you then fall for them. That's really the main plot of their sxx fantasy about you. How suddenly you two just become intimate and it turns into love making. That you enjoy and love it, as much as they do.

4.🕶️ Magic, fairytale sxx. This person could be literally fantasizing about some roleplays, maybe fantasy roleplays. Like wearing ancient times costumes, kings & queens, if you catch my drift. For others, they simply fantasize about having magical sxx with you. That it's so divine, so good, so heavenly. They simply fantasize about becoming one with you, their fantasies are gentle. They just want to feel you, your body heat and they want you to feel theirs. They want it to be perfect. Navigating came through. They really, really want you in their arms. If they have their own place, they like to imagine you two doing it at their place. You are honey to this person. Sucking comes through as well. They want all of your honey in their hands and mouth and on their wand, if a man. They fantasize about intimacy, about how they want to shower you in affection, intentional affection, devoted and they want happiness. They imagine you two having a happy ending in bed. It seems they definitely imagine doing it in face to face positions, because they really want to embrace you, while doing it. It's so weird, though, looking at the cards, maybe this person is taken or you are or they are someone at a distance. But definitely this person imagines going straight to the point, the bed is shaking or whatever you are on, maybe the table. They imagine it to be random but so perfect. And that if you are into someone else, that person will become just history. ++: This looks indeed a bit more specific. There is a feeling like you two are being watched and so in their imagination it's like they aware of it, thinking about how they want to inch closer towards you, how they want to softly touch you. How they can't let others know, but they want you to know, they want to give you a sign. It's like in their imagination they think you don't need them, but they want you, they want to touch you. Very soflty and gently. They want to make eye contact, to hold your hands. They imagine how without a word their body language makes it clear to you that they want to get closer to you and then that they kiss you. They really fantasize about intimacy with you. And then they like to imagine that the sxx is effortless, you have amazing chemistry and it's so good, it all happens naturally. They imagine both ways, from behind and face to face. It seems in their fantasy they imagine that when you two come together, everyone else fades around you. Like the exes are forgotten, etc. That suddenly it's just the two of you. This person really fantasizes about you having amazing intimacy, amazing chemistry, so much affection and warmth and… love.

5.🎳 They fantasize about love with you. They fantasize about making love with you and showing their love to you. They might like to fantasize about winter, like literally snow or just about cold weather. But there is an aspect of purity and innocence in their fantasies about you. They love to watch you, so they imagine watching you. And then like a surprise attack. Like just surprising you suddenly by making a move on you. They definitely also fantasize about having a quickie with you or they just really see themselves doing it at full speed. They have a very high drive so it can manifest as them doing it really fast. But otherwise, it's for them all about the love and happy ending. There is a focus on your body and how they love to touch it in their fantasies. Also, lingerie. ++: In their fantasy, they don't want to stay second to your exes. They want it to be good, but even better. They imagine showing you appreciation and showing how they've listened to you, like they want to show you they remember the stuff you like. For example if you are into candles, they imagine getting some just for you. If you are in a situation, where perhaps you just broke up or got rejected, this person imagines you dwelling on that other person and then they just come in and then straight to action. It's like they put your phone down and lift your chin up and go for a kiss, then pull you up and start undressing you and then you do it against the wall, on the desk, whatever is their preference. And you'll do it again and again in different places and positions. They imagine they are all you need and that they give you, what the other person doesn't. And they imagine making you feel loved. They also love to fantasize about touching your tatas with their hands and mouth.

6.🎣 They might imagine, how they whisper your name or you theirs or both ways. Definitely they fantasize about it being somehow very powerful and transforming. Like very intense, high-drive sxx session with you. If they haven't done it with someone or not for a long time with anyone, it could be that there is a huge focus on that in their fantasies, like how it feels so good to finally do it with someone. They might fantasize about you sensually touching yourself and then they just come and grab you and do you. They imagine it to be perfect, amazing, positive experience. Looking at the cards, this person definitely feels a little tense and it's reflected on their fantasies as well. How they imagine there to be very high tension between you two. How you both stand there naked and feel so nervous that when you stare at each other, the air is so thick that you could touch it and that every small touch would feel so tingling. They imagine there being a sense of expectation. This person has a lot of question marks. Like they seriously don't know, how things would happen, so it comes off a little akward in their fantasies. ++: Really, a lot of awkwardness. They actually like to imagine that they are trying to touch you, but it's so weird so they pull their hand back quickly and they imagine literally walking away like it was such a stupid idea to even think that you'd want them, too. And as they are leaving, they imagine you coming after them, maybe grabbing them from their shirt to pull them back in. And they'd turn around and first caress your cheeks, cup your face and then kiss you. At first gently. They imagine dim lights and that from there you'll take the lead. They seem to see you as the one to undress them and go on your knees and so on and then you'll tell them what to do and so forth. And then you'll do it in different ways, it will be very much up to you. So each time they fantasize about doing with you, the way you do it, the places, the positions, it changes. Only that they like to imagine it each time being so good that your neighbours can hear you!

[novy2sirius]

VIETNAMESE ASTRO BREAKDOWN

the horse 🐎

𓃗 the horse’s western equivalent sign is gemini.

𓃗 the horse’s friend trine is with the dog and the tiger. their enemy sign is the rat, but they should also avoid the oxen.

𓃗 the horses power time is 11 am to 1 pm. if you were born during this time then you have horse energy within you. this would also make your enemy time 11 pm to 1 am.

𓃗 the month of june has horse energy.

𓃗 horses are very stubborn but they’re meant to be stubborn in this lifetime. as long as they’re not being stubborn just to be stubborn and they actually have a valid reason.

𓃗 horses have a lot of endurance and can get through hard times more easily than others since they’re used to going through a lot as this is the sign that has life the hardest.

𓃗 horses are very honest people that aren’t afraid to tell it like it is.

𓃗 horses are often in denial of things that are obviously true whether it be about them or others.

𓃗 horses are positive and love to look at life as glass half full instead of empty.

𓃗 horses can be inconsistent at times.

𓃗 horses are really animated sometimes with their mannerisms and speech.

𓃗 horses can be self centered at times. they feel like everything is about them when it’s not.

𓃗 horses are very witty and good at comebacks. they have a lot of charm.

𓃗 horses are kind of impatient similar to a child. they want what they want when they want it.

𓃗 horses are very active and energetic. they need to constantly be on the go or doing something. they won’t feel happy sitting around or at home all the time.

𓃗 horses can be impulsive at times and make decisions that are immature.

𓃗 horses are very warm-hearted people.

𓃗 horses can be extremely delusional about things. they create lots of delusions in their heads that aren’t true.

𓃗 horses have a vivid imagination.

𓃗 horses can be superficial at times.

[wlw-multi-fandom-imagines]

Hmmm well… part 2 for vigilante!reader x Lena Luthor could start with them being in National City and in Lena’s territory. Reader paid Lena a visit but because of her hectic sched it didn’t happen and reader was photographed and in the tabloids being the Gotham’s bachelorette visiting the bar of NC (Jealous!Lena). Unbeknown to Lena, Reader was there to investigate on Cadmus as Lilian has been kidnapping innocent people and scientists in Gotham but bringing them to NC. Snooping around as her vigilante persona. Because of her Vigilante status, Supergirl doesn’t like reader and may have harm her in which enrage Lena because before she became NC’s hero she was a vigilante herself (very hypocritical for SG). This kinda triggered Lena to confront her feelings for Reader and well reader too. Angst with almost critical injury but hey it’s Lena Luthor after all. Happy ending maybe? Hmmm idk if this is enough but yeah😅

Thanks again for humouring me

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A/N: Apologies for the wait, but hope you enjoy and thank you for the request!

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/wlw-multi-fandom-imagines/773772069970313216/im-not-sure-if-your-requests-are-open-but-uhmmm?source=share

I'm so sorry, but something came up at work and I'm going to have shareholders breathing down my neck for the next quarter if I don't get it handled tonight...any chance I can get a rain check for tomorrow night?

You stood in the middle of the sidewalk outside of the L-Corp building, staring at the text from Lena that had come through several minutes ago, and frowned. Sure, you had somewhat expected her to get cold feet about your visit at some point in the week leading up to it, but by the time you had settled into your seat on the plane it seemed like you were in the clear.

"Whatever," you muttered to yourself, shoving your phone in your pocket and turning around just in time to hail yourself a passing cab back to the hotel you had just checked into. Since your run-in turned hookup with Lena back in Gotham, you and the Luthor heiress had remained in contact almost daily through a serious of playful texts that had eventually built up to her suggesting you swing by National City the next time you found yourself free for a few days.

And thanks to that suggestion, you were now alone on a Friday night in a city you didn't particularly care for to begin with. Even worse, you were going to have to make up an excuse for why you couldn't meet Lena the next night. Despite her assistance in helping you to finally get a disguise in order for your nighttime hobby, Lena hadn't pried too extensively into what exactly it was that you did. In all honesty, she didn't exactly need to since the press was following your every move and every citizen in Gotham had a cellphone that they were quick to whip out and start filming on.

This plan, however, was something you were counting on going unreported and under everyone's radar, Lena included. Over the last few weeks, almost coincidently around the time you and Lena had met, a scientist you had interviewed for an assignment from a journalism class back in college went missing, seemingly without a trace. A week later, another Gotham citizen who worked at a nearby testing facility disappeared as well.

Over the next three and a half weeks, six more Gotham citizens went missing, all of whom were involved in either medical or genomic research in some way or another. The police had next to nothing to go off of, and it had taken your own software weeks to finally find a facial recognition match off of CCTV footage from a gas station just outside of National City. With news of Lillian Luthor's escape from prison just under three months ago still fresh in your mind, it wasn't hard to put two and two together. National City only had so many evil geniuses, and the one that had been in maximum security prison for nearly a year would probably be hard pressed to find new (and willing) employees.

You mulled over your plan to infiltrate Lillian's latest lair during the short trip back to your hotel, and continued to do so when you got back to your room and started sorting through your suitcase to unpack a fresh outfit for the night. It wasn't until your phone buzzed again in your pocket that you finally broke out of your thoughts and smiled for the first time since Lena had cancelled on you.

Hey, a little birdy told me you're in town for the weekend...got any plans?

Trevor, an old friend from grad school that had settled in National City, had somehow already gotten word of your arrival. Knowing full well he was probably already planning a club crawl in your honor, you hurried to type a response to let him know you were free & what hotel to pick you up from.

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"Good morning Ms. Luthor!"

Lena looked up from her phone as her assistant appeared at the doorway to her office and set the device aside in a final attempt to stop thinking about the fact you hadn't answered any of her texts last night.

"Here's this morning's copy of the Tribune and your coffee. Anything else I can get you?"

"No thank you. Would you be able to close the door on your way out? I have to make a few phone calls and I don't want any interruptions," Lena replied, using every ounce of self-control she had to keep a smile on her face until her assistant had turned to exit the large office. As soon as she did, the CEO's smile dropped and she forced herself to look back down at the newspaper on her desk despite the way the photo on the bottom half of the front page made her stomach churn.

GOTHAM BACHELORETTE SCOPES OUT NATIONAL CITY'S FINEST

The headline was almost just as bad as the picture of you appearing to be having the time of your life at a downtown club, surrounded by what looked to be "National City's Finest". Many of them had been captured with their eyes on you in the snapshot that accompanied the short article. Almost as if on cue, Lena's phone began to buzz on the desk beside the newspaper and the brunette's head snapped towards it immediately. Your name appeared across the screen as the device vibrated rhthmically, which Lena allowed it to do for several seconds before sending you to voicemail.

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Lena spent the next five hours throwing herself into the work of cleaning up the rest of the mess that had caused her and a majority of her department heads to work until almost midnight the night before. Then, she gathered her things and exited her office to thank the employees she had called in for working on a Saturday before releasing them to enjoy what was left of their weekends.

As Lena returned to her desk to retrieve her jacket and phone, she noticed yet another notification with your name on it waiting for her on her lockscreen. You hadn't tried calling or texting again after leaving a voicemail that Lena had decided not to listen to until she got home, but the brunette didn't have the luxury of work to distract herself now. So, she quickened her pace just enough to reach her desk in time to catch you on the last ring.

"Y/N."

"Lena, hi-"

You sounded surprised (and also maybe a little scared), and the corners of Lena's mouth twitched upwards into the hint of a smirk.

"-sorry if I'm interrupting work. I just wanted to apologize for not getting back to you last night. Hope you didn't end up working too late."

"Oh, how kind of you to worry. I don't think I was out nearly as late as you, so I should be the one calling on you I suppose."

The line went silent for a few tense moments and Lena pulled her phone back to make sure she hadn't dropped your call.

"Lena, you should know as well as anyone how the press makes mountains out of mole hills. I can assure you I did nothing more than catch up with an old friend from college. Who is married by the way. And a man."

Lena felt her bristling demeanor soften as she considered the possibility that you were telling the truth. You were right about one thing without a doubt - she knew how the press could twist one well-timed photo into a front page article.

"So, you weren't scoping out National City's finest and I'm coming across as an insecure bitch?"

"Just the first part. Any chance you'd be free for brunch tomorrow before I head home? My buddy is in trouble with his wife for being out so late with me and I promised to attend dinner at their place to help with his apology tonight."

Lena crossed her arms and bit her lip in a failed attempt to hide the smile forming, despite the fact that you weren't even there to see it. She felt foolish for being so quick to assume the worst, and for how quickly she was smitten with you again now that it was clear your transgressions from the previous night had only occurred in her head.

"Brunch sounds great. I'll text you the address to a good spot when I get home."

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"Can't wait. See you tomorrow, Lena."

Relief washed over you as you hung up the call and you let out a long sigh as you tossed the device onto the bed beside the suitcase that held your supplies. Now that the first harrowing ordeal of the day involving a Luthor was over, it was time to move on to the next one.

The mission for tonight was simple enough - get in, get the proof you needed that CADMUS was kidnapping Gotham residents, and then get back to Gotham and disperse it to the journalists at your disposal as quickly as possible.

Once the media picked up the story, you were counting on Supergirl and her team to handle the takedown and rescue mission. Admittedly, even breaking into CADMUS was a fair bit riskier than the typical vigilante work you kept yourself busy with in Gotham. You were just hoping that you could get in and out with the proof that you needed without anyone noticing.

As the afternoon ticked by and the sun slowly began descending towards the western skyline of National City, you rehearsed scenario after scenario in your head as you changed into your disguise and armed yourself to the teeth with weapons, sensory-enhancing technology, and a few smoke grenades in case things went south. Thankful that it was winter, you pulled a long coat on to hide your outfit for the walk out of the hotel to the car you had rented. A bundle of nerves wound itself up and settled in your gut like a lead brick as you stuffed your phone in your pocket and left to make your way down to the lobby.

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Well, fuck.

That's all you could think to yourself as you watched the blonde in the fluttering red cape creep silently down the dark hallway ahead of you. Everything had gone according to plan since you had managed to slip past the easily-distracted guards that had manned the gates to the makeshift CADMUS compound. At least, until a few minutes ago when you had realized Supergirl was also sneaking around the building with you.

Aware that the superhero would hear you breathing if you got too close, you hung back until she had reached the end of the hallway and turned the corner to resume your slow, silent journey. If your footsteps or breathing didn't give you away, the way your heart was hammering in your chest was sure to attract the Kryptonian's attention. You weren't necessarily sure what she'd do if she realized you were there, but something told you she wouldn't find it entirely helpful.

"And who do we have here?"

A sudden and chillingly familiar voice pulled you out of your racing thoughts and you whirled around in a crouched position to see none other than Lillian Luthor standing at the other end of the hallway with a handgun trained on you. Based on the way her eyes didn't leave yours, you wagered she hadn't seen Supergirl round the corner ahead of you.

"You'll have to forgive me, it's a little tough to keep up with all of the so-called heros nowaways. Though I must say, I'm a bit impressed that someone who hasn't even made it into my radar was able to sneak their way in here," she continued, walking closer to where you knelt on the floor.

"Lillian!"

Supergirl's voice echoed down the hall from behind you and you thanked your lucky stars that she had still been close enough to hear the conversation.

"Drop the gun."

"Supergirl? You're here too? Is this your new little sidekick?" Lillian asked, her nose wrinkling in disgust at the sight of the Kryptonian. Much to your disappointment, she did not lower the weapon in her hands.

"I'm gonna be honest, I have no idea who this is. But I'd still prefer you not shoot them," Supergirl replied, her voice growing louder as she neared the two of you. As cheesy as you found the whole "Super" schtick at times, you sure were glad she had crashed your mission now.

The sense of security you felt from her intervention was about to be short-lived, unfortunately.

"I'm sure they'd prefer that too," Lillian chuckled, returning her gaze to you. "Too bad."

The sound of the gun going off and the impact from the bullet happened so quickly that you didn't even have time to brace yourself before you slammed backwards into a crumpled position.

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10:15

Lena watched the clock on her phone as another minute ticked by without any sign of you. Blinking back tears as soon as she felt them starting to sting in her eyes, the brunette pulled a few bills out of her wallet and placed them on the table as she rose to leave the crowded restaurant she now felt foolish for showing up to. As soon as she got outside, Lena tapped your name from her contact list and raised the phone to her ear.

As the CEO paced up and down the sidewalk outside of the restaurant, she felt herself grow angrier and angrier as your phone continued to ring and ring before inevitably inviting her to leave a message. She was just about to give up after her third attempt when the ringing cut off and an unexpected, but familiar voice filled her ear.

"Lena?"

"Kara?" Lena's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as her brain struggled to come up with a logical explanation for Kara answering your phone. "Why do you have Y/N's phone?"

"I, um, do you remember that story I was working on at the beginning of last month about that Gotham city vigilante?"

"Yes, Kara, I already know about all of that, and I am sorry for not telling you when I found out but I'm sure you can understand someone keeping a secret about someone else's identity. Is Y/N okay?"

"Oh! Well, that saves me some explaining. In the interest of keeping this short, Y/N crashed a DEO mission to re-capture your mother last night and unfortunately, she ran into Lillian. She shot her as a distraction to make her escape, and it was pretty bad."

"What do you mean, 'pretty bad'?"

Lena knew she should also be asking about her mother's whereabouts, considering she was certainly on the top of Lillian's shit list. The brunette broke into a jog as she made her way down the sidewalk to where her driver had managed to find a parking spot earlier.

"It was...touch and go there for a minute. She was in surgery for most of the night, but Alex says she's stabilized and will probably wake up soon. It'll be a while before she's on her feet again, but the medical team seemed optimistic in the long run."

"I'm on my way down," Lena told Kara firmly, before briefly holding the phone to her shoulder as she slid into the back of her town car and gave her driver the address to the DEO.

"Okay, I'll come to the front and meet you."

Lena hung up without bothering to respond to Kara's confirmation and settled in for what was sure to be an unbearably long ride across town. A wave of guilt rolled over the businesswoman as she recalled how angry she had been with you just minutes ago for not showing up. Lena had spent more time thinking about you since her trip to Gotham than she cared to admit, even to herself. Seeing your name on her phone had quickly become one of the highlights of her day, so much so that she had to silence your notifications during work because she became so distracted.

Lena spent the majority of the 40 minute drive trying unsuccessfully to fight off her brain's steady attempts to help her come to terms with the feelings that had been brewing since your first encounter with her. By the time her town car pulled up in front of the DEO's National City headquarters, the brunette felt like her was about to explode.

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Kara was in the process of checking her phone for the sixth time in less than 10 minutes when her ears picked up the faint sounds of your sheets rustling. The blonde was quick to slip her phone into the hidden pocket in the latest Super suit Lena had made for her before your eyes fluttered open, unaware that Lena had hidden an identical one in the outfit that the DEO's medical team had cut off of your the night before.

"Hey, you're awake. Perfect timing," she said, watching as your eyes scanned the room in sleepy confusion before they finally met her own. "Any chance you remember why you were sneaking around Lillian's lair last night?"

"I could ask you the same thing," you responded hoarsely, and the Kryptonian's eyes narrowed enough for you to continue with an actual answer. "I was following some leads on missing Gotham scientists. Lillian was having them kidnapped to work on something for her. Not sure what. I was hoping if I got some proof and ran a few stories through my journalists, someone like you might take it from there and get them out."

The superhero looked taken aback by your answer, clearly unaware that Lillian had been sourcing unwitting participants into her latest CADMUS plot.

"That's good to know, thanks," she nodded curtly, somewhat embarrassed for having assumed you were just brazenly planning on trying to take down Lillian by yourself as an amateur vigilante. "I guess it's a little late to be asking, but how're you feeling?"

"I've been better, but I suppose I'm probably lucky to be alive, so I won't complain. Where are we, by the way? If this is your secret lair, consider me impressed it has it's own medical wing."

"More like the government's secret lair," Kara responded, her bristling demeanor fading. "Unfortunately, that's about all I can say about that without getting you several levels of clearances. Speaking of, you have a visitor on the way that should be here any second, so I'm going to have to go escort her down here."

A visitor? You frowned in confusion, struggling against the painkillers in your system to figure out who she meant as the Kryptonian made her way towards the door to your room.

"Lena?" you finally blurted out, just as she was about to leave. Kara turned around and nodded, a curious look on her face.

"Uh huh. You had three missed calls from her, and Lena's become a good friend of mine so I figured it was better to pick up than to leave her hanging."

The panic that had surged in your chest at the thought of Lena assuming you had stood her up began to settle and you breathed out a sigh of relief.

"I appreciate that, thank you. You didn't happen to mention where we were last night, did you?"

Suddenly, the superhero's expression dropped and her eyes once again narrowed on you suspiciously. The brief feeling of relief from seconds earlier slipped away as she took several steps back towards your bed.

"You know, as one of Lena's close friends, I'd sure hate to think someone was getting close to her for information about her family."

"What? No!" you shook your head earnestly at the accusation. "Listen, I didn't even know about Lillian targeting Gotham scientists until weeks after Lena and I first...met."

"Just seems like a coincidental time for you to enter her life, that's all. Considering I've never heard her mention you-"

The blonde's skeptical response was cut short by the sound of her phone going off and she huffed in frustration, clearly having wanted to continue her interrogation.

"We'll pick this conversation up again later."

Before you could protest again, the Kryptonian had disappeared in a blur of red and blue out of the room. Despite the insulted feeling her accusations had left you with, you couldn't exactly blame her for pointing out the obvious connection. Your stomach churned as you wondered if she would fill Lena in on her theory before you got the chance to speak to her yourself.

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Your anxiety was well-deserved, because Kara barely let Lena get past the DEO's security check-in before she mentioned how suspicious it was that someone new in her life coincidentally happened to be investigating CADMUS.

"What are you trying to say here? That Y/N has been sniffing around me for information I don't have about my mother?"

"Listen, Lena, I think you should just consider the possibility that your new little vigilante friend might have had ulterior motive-"

"I'm going to stop you right there, because the way you said vigilante was completely uncalled for, especially when you yourself started out as exactly that," Lena interrupted, careful to keep her voice low as the two of them made their way towards the DEO's medical area.

"Okay, that's fair. I'm sorry," Kara admitted, her own voice softening as she considered the truth of Lena's statement.

"And, for the record, Y/N's never asked about my mother or CADMUS, and she's not my friend. I met her at the beginning of last month when I went to that conference in Gotham and we...well, I don't know what exactly we are, but it's certainly not 'friends'."

Lena crossed her arms and stared at the ground as she and Kara came to a stop outside the entrance to your room. Her burning need to defend you from Kara's accusations had brought more out than she planned on revealing.

"Oh! Well, that is certainly new information..." Kara stammered, her suspicions now long forgotten. Although she and Lena were close, it wasn't often that the CEO spoke about her love life and Kara had always just kind of assumed that thanks to her family, Lena was too closed off to have one. "I'm sorry for making this more stressful on you. I'm gonna go find Alex and give you two some privacy."

"Thanks," Lena nodded, "and it's okay. I know you're just trying to look out for me and I'll always appreciate that."

Kara smiled and gave her friend's shoulder a gentle squeeze before turning to speed down the hall. Lena stared in the direction she had headed for several moments, now somewhat hesitant to see you despite how excruciatingly long the drive across town had felt. The brunette took a deep breath and tried to ignore the fact that her hands were trembling before forcing herself to step into your room.

Sorry to end it there but I kind of wanted to leave potential for a part 3! :)

[kings-highway]

help i endorse the horse game shenanigans they're so silly. i know nothing about games but i do know about horses which is half of what a horse game is i suppose. how did you come up with horsegirl ushi 00

-weatherboy

Horsegirl Ushijma is, I think, simply a built upon headcanon from a lot of the other farmer/ rural headcanons. I really like the idea of making him someone who comes from a rural background, and although Horses and horse racing is not the most popular thing in Japan, his father having left for America adds this kind of ease to which American culture (rodeo, derby, and other horse-sports that aren't so pompously english like dressage) can be applied to him. I mean, can you imagine a twelve year old Ushijima visiting America for the first time and going to an american rodeo and standing on the fence to watch the horses? I can. Vividly.

In the same vein, the "Ushi" part of Ushijima is the same kanji for Cow (or specifically Bull, I can't remember) which is where a lot of the cow ushijima jokes had come from, but does give him a certain flair that makes the horse thing fit nice. Surname Cow Island grew up on a farm, I know that.

I also headcanon him, with growing up rural, as growing up sort of as a labourer for his parents, spending ages 8-14 digging ditches and planting trees and building fences and hauling rocks around, before being sent to a boarding school to finish his education, and that wrapped neatly up into making him like horses because even if his family didn't own them, it's likely homes nearby would have that he would be able to come in contact with (all this is, of course, heavily inspired by my own experience growing up surrounded by farmers)

And then, for me specifically with this headcanon, when I started writing "This Is Not The End" I had actually intended him to be a labourer on the farm and focused on agriculture, but I had to address the issue of horses, gave them to the Ushijima family as well, and then immediately fell in love with the way Ushijima would speak to and bond with the horses and that sealed the deal for me.

PLUS, mini-bonus reasons I love this headcanon:

1. We have no idea why Ushijima likes volleyball. In the flashbacks with his father it's implied that Ushijima is chasing the miscellaneous feeling of being relied upon and supporting other people, and growing stronger to be the best he can be, but there's no Hinata-style moment where we learn that volleyball was the only option for him. So I think it's very reasonable to say Ushijima is a try-hard in pretty much everything he does, and very well could have explored other skills before falling in love with volleyball. We also know his mother doesn't like volleyball. Hence me liking the idea his family grew up with horses.

2. Funniest possible thing for him to transition into conversations about. This is Mr. Autism himself, volleyball may be his special interest but everyone's got at least one or two other things locked and loaded and the idea of another STZ boy trapped in volleyball conversation with him finally being like "oh my GOD can we PLEASE talk about something else?" And Ushijima pausing, hesitating, and then opening with: "did you know the biggest horse to ever live was a shire horse named samson in 1846" and Semi or Yamagata or Leon or whoever he's trapped is just like "USHI WHAT-"

3. Building of that prev point, nobody would know this about him. Nobody would ever guess it, nobody would ever think to ask, he doesn't bring it up because he doesn't think it's relevant until suddenly you're trapped with a 6'2 athlete very insistently telling you about the average racing speeds of various horse breeds

4. I like to imagine him on a horse 🐎 I like to imagine him showing off horse riding in a way that pisses people off because you should only allowed to be a master at 1 sport at once, I like to imagine him teaching others how to handle and manage horses, so comfortable around these massive animals in a way that he never is with people, I like to imagine people watching the horses play around with him, trust him, treat him like anyone else because horses don't have a concept of human etiquette and they don't know he's weird. I just want him to have horses 🐎😭

[totallynottinsel]

It's good to be back 🫡

🐎 Day 1: Cowboy Culture

During their high stakes search for Ashley's whereabouts, Leon and Luis stumble across a... horse? How did that get there?

"So, how much are you getting paid for this?"

"What?"

"You know, saving the president's daughter from peril. Must be quite the fair bit, eh?" Luis mused from behind, though he did not rouse the blond who stomped ahead of him. "Do I get compensated for my efforts?"

Leon scoffed, hardly sounding amused by the idea. "Can't say. Only my name is on the papers."

"It was worth the shot." The spaniard shrugged, digging out his trusty lighter as he sped up his pace, catching up to be side by side with the agent. "You could at least swing me an all American vacation, no? Just the two of us on a roadside trip! Once we get out from here, that is."

Leon couldn't help but crack a small grin. "We'll see."

Suddenly, a loud cry sprang through their ears somewhere off in the distance. The two reached for their guns instinctively, letting the air settle around them to see if a hellish creature or a rogue ganado would spring forward. When nothing came, Leon peered to the other, who nodded, and began to take cautious steps to a bleak shed that must have housed the supposed creature.

Leon held out a hand, signaling for Luis to stop in his tracks not far off. The blond held tight to his firearm as he swayed the door open, cringing at its obnoxious creaks. Salazar couldn't afford some better, less alarming sounding doors and gates, could he? Might as well add a goddamn bell on every handle. When Leon entered the shed, no infected was in sight---though he did pick up some handfuls of herbs and a case of ammo.

"Oye, Leon!" Luis called from outside. "You'll want to see this."

Leon blew out a huff of air, only imagining what gruesome body or blood written message was to be before him. He jogged around the back of the shed, boots digging into the dirt when he came to a quick stop at what they'd found. A horse. It had been tied up to a janky post that was riddled with chipped yellow paint---(Leon mentally groaned at the color that was following him)---mindlessly nipping at grass that was barely there. "How the hell did this get here?"

"Perhaps the ganados take to riding in spare time?" Luis offered up, even if it made Leon scrunch his nose at the thought. "I'd say this has come in our favor! Beautiful one, you are." He approached the horse, gently running a hand up it's neck and wavy black mane. "This could save us from more walking. Quite a time saver, hm?"

"You serious?" Leon raised a brow. "You want us to ride that?"

"Ey, I'm only giving us options!" The spaniard raised his hands up in defense. "Four legs, or hooves---I should say, are faster than two, no? And what better way to rescue the princess than on a steed!"

"There was some gear in the shed. Whoever had this came prepared. We could..." Leon sighed, ignoring the other man's pleased smirk. "Fine. But if that thing throws you off, I'm not stopping to pick you up."

"Now, who said I was the one being thrown off? Have you ever ridden a horse, Sancho?"

"Have you?"

"Who am I to reveal all my secrets?" Luis clicked his tongue, watching as the blond rolled an eye and disappeared back into the shed.

There was in fact, horse gear scattered around. Not much, a bridal and a pad for them to sit on, but it was something. In all truth, Leon had never been on a single horse in his life; he was an agent, not a cowboy. Though, how difficult could it be? He drove a boat just fine, maybe a scuffed car here and there... so, how much different was a horse? Apparently a lot, he quickly realized.

"How the fuck is this supposed to go on?" He grumbled, fiddling around with the bridal while the horses jet black eyes bored emotionless into his.

"Give it here, come on." Luis snatched it from him, pushing Leon aside and somehow managing to put it successfully on the horses head. When he turned back to Leon, he chuckled at the blond's confusion and surprise. "This isn't my first rodeo, guapo."

"Yeah, yeah." Leon mumbled, untying the hastily made knot to the poll that hung around the horse's ankle. "So, who's driving this thing?"

"Not to be rude, but I feel I'd have better luck at not crashing us into a bad spot. Besides, you are a far better aim than me. You can watch the rear!" Luis clapped his hands together. "Ah, wait just a moment. We are missing an important piece!" He ran off into the shed, and came out with an old, dusty cowboy hat in toe. "You must look the part."

"I'm not wearing that."

"Oh, come on. Once Ashley is safe with us again, don't you think it will give her a good smile? Very rude of you to deny her a laugh after all she's been through, Sancho."

When he'd put it like that, Leon found it hard to say no to. In all honesty, if Ashley had been the one asking him to, he wouldn't question her, just to see her have a moment of fun. He grabbed the hat and sat it on his head, trying wholeheartedly to ignore Luis' stifled chuckles.

"Now we are proper vaqueros!" Luis beamed, steadying himself at the horses side and pulling himself up onto its back swiftly. The horse slightly jumped at the sudden weight, but didn't immediately take off---which reassured Leon, at least just a little. "Coming?"

"This is gonna be the death of me." Leon stepped up, taking the spaniard's hand and hoisting himself on the animal. Adjusting to the height and feel, swearing he was about to fall straight backward, his hands unknowingly latched around Luis' waist for support. Once he'd got his bearings, he felt the rumble of laughter along his chest.

"Comfortable already, I see." Luis gave a playful pat to Leon's hand.

"Just get this thing moving." Leon retracted his hold, though the minute they started walking he felt for purchase over Luis again, who thankfully left his strangely flirtatious comments to himself for once.

"How do you know how to do this, anyway?" Leon asked, breaking the eerie silence that had rested over them for the first few minutes.

"I used to ride as a boy. Not very much, but enough to get some know-how. And what of you, eh? Many missions of yours require horseback?"

"Not the ones I've been on. Never even seen one in person before."

"Well, how about we see what this pony can do?" Luis caught a glimpse of the blond's questioning stare from over his shoulder, causing his lips to curl to a smug smile. "Hold on tight. Let us rescue the Princess Dulcinea!"

"Luis---"

Before he knew it he was lurched backward as the horse picked up its speed following the spaniard's whistle. Leon's arm slinked around his waist holding tight, a soft laugh finally coming forward from him. He rested his chin on the other's shoulder. "What am I gonna do with you?"

"I have a few ideas myself, If you can manage the wait!" Luis declared.

"How about you just keep your eyes on the road."

"Anything for you, Sancho."

[cressidagrey]

Hi, I hope this doesn't sound stupid but I have 2 questions.

1. Will Charlotte and Alex realize how bad Belle was before the rest of the family? I know they gradually started to notice the change in her behavior but I wonder if they will think about it more deeply (or did I just skip something again) and question number

2. What does Blanche the mare look like? Do you have a picture for an idea? 😅.

I would also like to note how much I like your writing style. I have to say that I have probably never read a book that could so perfectly depict the feelings of the characters as you did 🫶🏻. I also love the chaos group chat. ( I also hope Lando doesn't have a heart attack soon, he came close last time 😂. ) It's one of my favorite parts of the chapters. I also like how you described the character of Emilie. She is like the real friend that everyone really needs at all times, she puts the right mirror in front of her face and her chat with Max, 😂 simply amazing (and chaotic)

I also wish you the best of luck in law school. (I know from my sister how hard it can be.) 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 And sorry for my English it’s not my first language 😅.

Hi!! First of all — your English is perfect, and your message absolutely made my day 🥹💛 Thank you so much for all your kind words, I can’t tell you how much it means. I’m so glad the story (and the group chat chaos 😂) has been landing with you!

To answer your questions:

Kinda? Charlotte and Alex will somewhat realize it before the rest of the Leclerc family. You’re totally right — they’ve started noticing the shift in Belle’s behavior, and it will lead to deeper reflection. They’re not fully there yet, but it’s coming, and when it clicks? It’s going to hit hard. So no, you didn’t skip anything — you’re just reading closely and ahead of the curve 👀

Ahh Blanche!! I don’t have an official image, but I imagine her as a dapple gray Selle Francais mare — elegant, soft-eyed, strong, and slightly temperamental in the best way. The kind of horse that demands your full heart and gives hers back in return 🐎✨

Google images offered up this very obvious stallion, but the colouring is what I imagine Blanche to look like:

Also, THANK YOU for the love for Emilie!! She means so much to me — I wanted to write the kind of friend who is safe, but also honest in a way that helps you grow. And her chaotic peace treaty with Max?? A highlight for me too 😭

And poor Lando... he really is one plot twist away from fainting in the paddock. The group chat is going to have to stage an intervention at this point 😂

[wulvercazz]

🐎Rescue in Centaur City🐎 - part 3

Previous~ 💕 Finally another update~! And getting into the good stuff :>cc (don't take it too seriously thoo,, remember this is all for smut's sake 🤭) Check out the written update beloww~

“You should worry about yourself more,” Chromo intercepts on the fish-mouth-gape Thirteen’s doing in pure shock. “They’ll most likely dismember you for trespassing– it’s not a crime taken lightly here.” Thirteen freezes altogether, now very aware of their own situation and the clear warning ahead they got from Zaphkiel too about centaurs and their love for popping limbs out of sockets. It’s… it’s happening if they don’t come up with something soon. Chromo looks just about ready to accept his fate, Blueberry is locked up who-knows-where, and they… don’t even have the miserable little dagger they brought in the first place. And centaurs are strong as fuck; not that Thirteen’s ever considered themself strong enough to fight off anyone, really. Not five minutes pass of anxious (and failed) planning, that a taur dressed like a guard comes to retrieve them, with a pointy lance in their hand and Blueberry on a lead in the other; ties their hands together behind their back, and nudges them with the sharp tip right on their back to get them moving. Two more guards are waiting down the line of empty cells. It’s not looking good. They walk back up and away from the darkened streets outside the cells and up into what appears to be a plaza— or perhaps the perfect place where a public trial and execution might take place. Centaurs in more casual wear have started to come together around the open area, but none coming too close to be in the way; Thirteen and their rot-hound companion are walked through the empty area and up to where several older taurs stand in a podium, naked save for a sash draped over the forebodies and over their horse flanks. “The council will decide your fate.” The guard guiding them announces before she cuts their ties and nudges them one last time to stand before the jury. It’s all things they’ve heard already, what a younger taur reads off their list of charges. They knew it was ill advised to come, but what choice did they have? They couldn’t leave Chromo here to his ‘fate’, law or not. Well… the council didn’t like that as a defence, if they had nothing to tie them to Chromo, then their presence here didn’t really matter in his trial, did it? And so Thirteen was still found trespassing, and so condemned to lose all their limbs. “Dismemberment!” The old taur on the right announced their fate without much of a discussion. It all happened fast and haphazardly next, Thirteen took a few steps to try and bolt out of there, but… what can a human do against a full city of centaurs? They’re caught and carried to a table to be strapped to in seconds, and their wrists and ankles tied tight on every direction; then the centaurs started walking. Didn’t rush, didn’t run and pull. They intended to pull steadily until their weak human body gave out… Thirteen may be starting to understand what’s so scary about the centaurs, albeit too late. They’re sadistic and unmovable, for once. “AAH!” Thirteen screams once the ropes start really pulling on their joints, twisting here and there to try and relieve the tension building, “Nonononono– Lets calm down for a sec– D-Don’t pULL!” Thirteen squeezes their eyes shut, feeling still the increasing strain and hoping it won’t be too bad as they imagine it’ll be… that they’ll at least spare Blueberry this fate– and then one of their arms snaps back a little and drops like dead weight. Then the other and a leg and the other, and Thirteen barely catches the last couple of arrows hitting the table and snapping the ropes cut. Thirteen is quick to try and work off the knots of their wrists with their new freedom, not particularly worried to ask why, just thankful to be off the death hook. “That human is under the protection of the Einhorn Nation and the Royal Family,” a proud voice states from above, and wouldn’t they recognize him anywhere. Thirteen tries their best to look up with the sun shining on everyone’s eyes, there he is, riding Lila like a knight in shining armour, a King, they often forget. “Release them at once.”

Lila drops clear in the middle of the plaza, with taurs moving away from the heavy winds that the nycto moth’s powerful wings make and readying their weapons once they’re a more advantageous distance away. “Zaph!” Thirteen exclaims in eager relief, a few taurs point their weapons at them and they stay put again, all the frozen attention turns back to the royal. Heavy steps clack against the cobbled ground, the head of the council approaches with a mean look and an authoritative stance. “A dead Nation holds no weight here, leave at once, or face the consequences.” “Forgotten.” Zaph corrects, “not dead. I am still King by blood, and rule as is my duty. The human comes with me, and so does the pegasus, Chromo.” That has a few heads turning, the old taur’s brow rises in curiosity. “And who are you to him? Are you aware of his charges?” Zaphkiel hesitates for a moment, unaware of the full context. He searches Thirteen’s face for answers, but all he gets are confusing expressions and odd gestures he can’t make anything out of. “Both are recognized upon the courageous aid in liberating the Einhorn Nation from an extinguishing curse,” a few uneasy breaths and stomps are heard upon those words, something of tales and nightmares even on this side of the map. “Laid upon us a thousand years ago. The royal family, I, am forever indebted; I can at least request an opportunity to talk to him before his trial.” Zaphkiel doesn’t sound too sure when he says this, Thirteen can tell; but there’s chatter and scoffs and some curious whispering, and the council rushes to discuss amongst themselves. The head council comes to a decision on his own, a reluctant frown deep on the brow, “very well.” Things are moving forward.

[strniohoeee]

Reader who’s turned on by Matt’s little cowboy act!!!

Save A Horse

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Matt’s little cowboy accent gets Y/N going, and he takes notice to it. He takes matters into his own hands🐎

Warnings⚠️: Suggestive at parts, but no actual sex in this one🫡

Song for the imagine: Wicked Game- Chris Isaak

The world was on fire and no one

could save me but you

It’s strange what desire make foolish people do

I’d never dream, that I’d meet somebody like you

At first it started as a joke, Matt's stupid little country accent. I found it funny and cute in the beginning, but now it made my cheeks flush and my brain race with inappropriate thoughts.

I never told him this because that was embarrassing. He literally did the weird voices for his brothers and to make the viewers laugh. But here I was getting all hot and bothered by it….I needed to get a grip

He started to do the accent more once he realized my head would perk up and a sheepish smile would grow on my face. I just figured he thought I liked it and found it funny. I mean I did, but these dirty ass horny thoughts would pop into my head.

Right now I was at their house sitting on the couch with them as we scrolled on our phones, and talked here and there. I kept hearing weird cowboy videos and country songs coming from Matt’s phone. Was he really taking this country act serious? I laughed to myself at his foolishness

“Matt what the fuck are you watching” Chris asked him

“Cowboy videos….these guys are cool as fuck” he said as his eyes were glued to his phone

“Matt is this going to be your new lifestyle?” I asked him laughing

“Would you like that?” He asked me finally looking at me

I felt my cheeks grow hot at this question and my throat began to run dry

“What? What do you mean” I said stifling out a laugh

“Like eventually if we move to like the countryside and have like a farm and horses and shit” he said

Why did I think he meant something else? Lord get your head out of the gutter Y/N….

“Ohhh uh yeah that would be cool. It would be very different, but I’d like it” I said smiling at him

“And then we can get horses, and hay and a tractor” he said doing the country accent

“Shut the fuck up with the accent” Nick said smacking his brother

“Heyyy be nice I like it” I said to Nick

“This motherfucker won’t let it go like I’m tired of hearing country boy Matt” Nick said rolling his eyes at Matt

“See my lady loves it” he said doing the accent

I felt myself fighting a smile and a blush on my face

“Yeah she’s smiling and blushing like a freak” Chris said

“Fuck off” I said kicking him

“What can I say my woman has great taste” he said winking at me

A few days had passed and Matt did the accent here and there. I was fighting myself not to just jump his bones anytime I heard him.

I was laying in his bed when I heard him come out of the bathroom and walk into his room. Immediately looking up my jaw dropped.

Matt had a plaid shirt on with his chest exposed, a cowboy hat on and denim jeans that fit him just write. My throat ran dry and I felt my pupils dilate

“Matt what is this?” I said sitting up

“I know how much you love cowboys…I figured I try something out for you” he said shutting his door behind him

“Oh really?” I said scooching off his bed

“I see the way you squirm when I do the accent, and I’ve seen the TikTok’s you reposted….I turn you on as a cowboy” he said biting his lip

“What….I do not” I said avoiding eye contact

“You don’t?” He said tilting his head and looking at me

“No I don’t” I said

“Mmm your body language tells me otherwise and so does the blush on your face” he said walking over to me

“Okay fine, maybe I find it hot” I said rolling my eyes

“I know you do baby” he said pulling me in by my waist

“Matt” I whined out

“Just teasing you” he said rubbing his hands up my sides

“That’s not nice” I said looking up at him

He pouted at me before pulling me in smashing our lips together. A much needed make out happening. Our teeth clashing together and our tongues fighting for dominance as we fought to breathe.

He slowly began to kiss down my neck causing me to moan out at the feeling.

Matt pulled away to take his cowboy hat off, and I ran my hands up his chest and wrapped my hands over his neck pulling him back into me

Our tongues once again fighting for dominance. His hands running down my back and squeezing my ass before bru bringing them back up to squeeze my breast

“Oh Matt” I sighed

“I know baby, I know” he said kissing down my jawline and to my neck again

I turned us around and laid him down on the bed as I straddled him running my hands up his torso and grinding down on him.

“Just like that baby” he moaned out helping me grind down on him

I slid my shirt off and leaned back down to kiss his neck and chest, his low pants sending me to the moon and back.

“You know what they say, save a horse, ride a cowboy” I said leaning back to remove my bra

“Today is my lucky day. I’m a cowboy and I love when you ride me” he said biting his bottom lip and running his hands up to my breast to squeeze them

I melted into his touch allowing my head to roll back. Matt pulled me down towards him by my neck and continued to kiss me as I grinded on him

Matt lifted up slightly to remove his flannel when we heard the front door open

“Were backkkk where yall at” Chris yelled

“Are you kidding me” Matt said his face dropping

“Ughhh why” I said laughing and leaning my forehead on Matt’s forehead as I laughed

“I guess we’ll continue this later” he said letting out a sigh

“I guess so my love” I said slipping off of him to put my bra and shirt back on

Later that night his brothers left again, and we sure did take care of business. The save a horse ride, a cowboy had nothing on me. Matt was spent by the time we were done.

I loved cowboy Matt….

The End

I hope you guys enjoyed this one. I felt ehh about it, but also wasn’t too sure what to write for this😭😭. Love yall tho 🤭🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

[idkfitememate]

Hello! I normally don’t ask or I guess use question thingy on this app, but I’ve been seeing ur animal creator short story’s and all I have been thinking was creator being a horse and meeting kaeya since he’s Calvary cap and what-not, and just thinking about horse creator judging him and teyvat about horses not really being a thing (except for the comics but I haven’t been reading it. )But! just thinking about horse creator meeting the knights of favonius being all confused and just wonder “huh, what is this creature?” Or something along the lines or just horse reader messing around and being mysterious or magic aura like mist or something like, I’m think of dragon village collection game now, srry. Also may I be 🐎 requester? Anyways I just think it’s funny, hope you have a good night or day!

THIS IS HILARIOUS HOLD ON-

Cause I was so confused when he was called the “Cavalry Captain” but didn’t have a cavalry-

The way you would snort in disgust and in disappointment at the whole of the Knights man.

They’d all be staring at you like “WTF is this thing” and “I have never seen something like it, fascinating” and other stuff.

And you’re just there like “These bitches don’t deserve to be on my back.”

Anyway since none of them have ever ridden anything, you’d have to make horse gear. How a horse makes horse gear, you ask? Idk man figure it out-

The image of a horse working at a smithing station just popped into mind and now I can see all the vision users of Mond standing around a horse using a hammer & anvil-

When they do figure out all the safety and riding stuff you can bet your balls that Kaeya is riding you. His cavalry may be without horses but at least the captain has one!

Ice bridge on a horse Ice bridge on a horse Ice bridge on a horse Ice bridge on a horse Ice bridge on a horse Ice bridge on a horse Ice bridge on a horse Ice bridge on a horse Ice bridge on a horse Ice bridge on a horse Ice bridge on a horse Ice bridge on a horse Ice bridge on a-

Can you imagine the amount of pony rides you’d give to the children? I can. And it’s a lot-

Bursts on your back are wild because any that were stuck to one place are now mobile. Watch out because now you can buck Klee’s “Jumpy Dumpty” at people. No one is safe.

You can’t climb up walls nor can you swim good, but I like the thought of you using waypoints, so while everyone else has to go on foot, you just teleport to places you can’t reach by hoof.

Mond is super proud of their single mount and show you off at every chance. Get ready for super decorative saddles and flowers and ribbons in your hair.

I hope you enjoyed! And I’m happy I inspired you enough to make an ask! Hope you have a great day/night as well! <3 ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

[underdark-dreams]

At night. The shop is closed. Cal and Lia are fast asleep. Rolan is riding his beloved Tav’s cock (natural or store bought. Both are valid!) his hair down and he’s sweaty.

His moans fill the tower thankfully his siblings can’t hear a thing as he used magic to make sure they didn’t. He can let go and let Tav take control while he rides like there’s no tomorrow.

He wants more and more. His movements get faster, his tail thrashes as he nears his peak.

It doesn’t take long before they both finish. Rolan is tired but blissful.

Next day, he may have been walking a little funny 😏

🐎

Rolan 1000% needs exactly this and no one can convince me otherwise

Just riding Tav with complete abandon and letting himself come undone on their lap, letting out every panting sound and whine while he chases his release. Just for once not thinking about anything but his own satisfaction 😩 IT'S SO GOOD

Honestly, I feel like the same day Tav first spends the night (not even when they move in), Rolan pre-emptively puts a soundproofing enchantment on his bedroom. Like, it could take hours and make him break out in a sweat by the end and he would STILL do it. Just in case. Non-negotiable. He can be quiet on his own if he has to, but something about Tav touching him just makes this man lose all control and get loud as hell 🔥

Also imagine teasing him about it the first time you spend the night. Like oh hm...you prepared for this, did you, Master Rolan? 😘 Anticipating things getting a little hot and heavy, were you? Guess we'll have to put your spellwork to the test...

[mariapaulaaah]

And so father and son began to argue.

Sebasthian: Don't you dare disrespect me, Colten! I'm your father and you owe me respect!

Colten: Just like you're respecting Akemi's decision?! Ever since I introduced you to her, you haven't stopped talking about what her future should be like! Do you think I'm not aware of the problems? Do you think I can't imagine what could happen? This is our life, we're not you!

Sebasthian: I've seen it happening! You and Niko were children, you didn't understand even half of what your mother and I went through! A different job will give you stability, you'll be able to start a family without worrying!

Colten: This isn't her dream! Understand that once and for all, dad! This isn't your marriage, she won't abandon me, she won't get hurt, I love her and that should be enough for you!

With each word spoken, each voice raised, the more the discussion intensified, it was only a matter of time until someone said something they would deeply regret. Colten was convinced that Akemi deserved to follow her dream while Sebasthian thought it would be safer to have a stable job that wasn't so uncertain.

One thing was certain, something was cracking between the two.

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Translation below (PT-BR)

E assim pai e filho começaram a discutir.

Sebasthian: Não ouse me desrespeitar, Colten! Eu sou seu pai e me deve respeito!

Colten: Assim como está respeitando a decisão da Akemi?! Desde que te apresentei a ela, você não para de falar sobre como deveria ser o futuro dela! Acha que eu não estou ciente dos problemas? Acha que não imagino o que pode acontecer? A vida é nossa, não somos vocês!

Sebasthian: Eu já vi isso acontecendo! Você e Niko eram crianças, não entendiam nem metade do que eu e sua mãe passamos! Um emprego diferente vai dar estabilidade a vocês, vão conseguir formar uma família sem se preocupar!

Colten: Esse não é o sonho dela! Entenda isso de uma vez, pai! Não é o seu casamento, ela não vai me abandonar, não vai se machucar, eu a amo e deveria ser o bastante pra você!

A cada palavra dita, cada voz mais elevada, mais a discussão se intensificava, era apenas questão de tempo até que alguém falasse algo que iria se arrepender profundamente. Colten estava convicto que Akemi merecia seguir seu sonho enquanto Sebasthian julgava ser mais seguro um emprego estável que não fosse tão incerto.

Uma coisa era certa, algo estava rachando entre os dois.